[As he steps out of his car, the Yokels approach.....]

YOKEL WOMEN: Hi There! You look worn out
and thirsty. Don’t worry, this is the perfect place
for Ocean-folk like you. Let us lighten your load
and show you around! Brother-Cousin Donny’ll
take your car (you mean ‘our’ car!) - after all.....
YOKELS: You’re one of us now!
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: And when we
walk we usually stumble,
YOKELS: And when we catch we usually fumble,
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: And when we talk
we tend to mumble,
YOKELS: But we’re the furthest thing from
humble!
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: I want my point
to be focal:
YOKELS: Vocally Yokel! And though I know I
can’t encapsul...ate what I want to say:
Yokally Yokel! Yokally.....
This is your home now!
Our infrastructure is in shambles.
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: If you stay alive
it’s just a gamble -
YOKELS: Gollee gee! Please accept my
apologies, don’t mean to ramble:
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: I speak even
though I’m barely understand-ble.
YOKEL1: Take it away Brother-Cousin Donny!

BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY squawks a gibberish-mumble-welcome vocal solo.
YOKEL2: Yeehoo!
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: Life here is
such a stupid jokel:
YOKELS: Locally Yokel! All the same: My
glass is always ‘least two-thirds
full: Yokally Yokel! Yokally.....

[The YOKELS take our HERO on a tour.]

YOKEL1: Why don’t we show you around?
This here is the Pee-Filtration Plant!
YOKEL2: And this is the tire-yard where
we hunts for cats!
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: And that
there’s my house: Best scrap-metal
gophers can buy!
YOKEL3: Over there’s the convenience
store, Town Hall meetin’s there
every fifth Tuesday--
YOKEL4: All of the Twinkies and
Corndogs you can eat!....
YOKELS (ALL): You roll with us now! And when we fight it’s quite the tussle:
Forget the brain we use the muscle.
There ain’t no king inside the castle:
BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: Settle all
our dirt among the rascals.
YOKELS (ALL): All the same: At heart
we’re kind and decent folkel:
Okalie Dokel!
We’ll be the whites to your yolk-el:
Yokally Yokel! Yokally.....

BROTHER-COUSIN DONNY: Hoedown!
The town erupts in a giant hootenanny, as our HERO reflects on what he’s gotten himself into:

CHORUS: And for the sailor who is stuck far at sea, as undeserved as may be the storm, at least it keeps you on your game, more than you were before. I can spend about an hour. And for the traveller of the great desert sands, as introverted as may be the stream, at least it keeps you lookin’ out, as well as in somehow. I can take another day.

HERO: Here I go, thinking these thoughts again.