40 Orange Cookies lyrics

40 orange cookies, some are black and some are white What would it take to make them all turn out just right? 40 orange cookies, sittin' on my bed One took off, the others followed, went straight for my head [repeat above verse] Here we go Well, (?) for fifteen hours, out in that field Tell me now how do you think that piece of metal feels? Well, I've seen myself scattered on the road You drive over but you don't even know 40 orange cookies 40 orange cookies 40 orange cookies 40 orange cookies, not a pleasant thought