Indeed. Her Blood on the Tracks

Joni and I used to feed ducks at the park. this one fucker we named Ronald and he just kept quackin and quackin at us for more bread and we were just like fuck your greedy ass, Ronald, you've had enough. Then we'd get root beer down at the gas station and wait 'til it was lukewarm to drink it, got that good fizz high they tell you to avoid in Sunday school you know