painted hubcaps plastic grapes pink flamingoes whirlygigs Moe let his lawn become overgrown with weeds It started with a novelty mailbox Moses built the manger scene all out of bottle caps Red white and blue stripes and targets by August there were more than 100 wooden cows -- then he painted the whole house white with black spots even the satellite dish His neighbors built fences He covered his car with beer labels When he got tired of washing his silverware, He’d throw ‘em out the window into the pond. When the muffler shop closed down. He put the 20-foot-tall muffler man and woman Next to the hubcab totem poles. It looked like a mini golf course When the planning commission got involved He built a 10-foot sign that said, "Catholic Bastards run city hall" and a few other inflammatory remarks, with upside-down 7’s When he ran out of L’s. He just wore down the city planners And the blackberries grew over the sign. Some folks drove the long way around to avoid it Some folks came miles out of their way to see it. He’d ride through the streets on his bike at two miles an hour Specially equipped with a self-adjusting system of cables and training wheels Covered with reflectors... and baskets And he’d stop to pickup any scrap, and inspect it, and take it back home For art supplies. Moe believed in the right to free association When Princess Di died He built a 3-ton perfume bottle Covered in Happy Meals toys When the garage was full of individually labeled, paper maché figures from American history And his wife wouldn’t let them into the house He divorced her The miniature colonial village Was almost completely covered in golf balls When his lumbago started acting up If you brought him something he liked, He’d say, "Betty Ford thanks you," Or whatever figure he was working on. Some neighbors brought buckets of paint "The more paint ya put on the stronger it is," explained Moe. If he didn’t like what you brought He could lecture on and on About people who don’t understand art, Like those Catholic Bastards at City Hall. I guess he was kind of lonely. On Independence Day He had some extra red white and blue paint So he painted stripes on the Virgin and three wise men On Halloween they were orange and black After Moe was gone Some people said, “Turn it into a museum.” But it’s condos now If you go down to the railroad tracks You can see two of Moe’s creatures Still standing in the tall weeds Bigger than the world’s largest groundhog. Standing 12 feet high and made of more than four tons of adobe and 110,000 toothbrushes and lighters, Popeye and Nelson Mandela armwrestling. Moe’s been gone seven years And I finally threw out my collection of old toothbrushes I was saving for him But I still go down to the railroad tracks, And sometimes I’ll pick up a rusted bit of scrap, And bring it home.