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What happens when you fall asleep and your brain decides to write a comedy without consulting you? “Last Night I Rode a Llama Through the Mall,” by Gloria Travers and the North Street Band, turns an ordinary evening into a wonderfully ridiculous dream adventure. Elvis and King Kong share a blimp ride, Grandma delivers fries by UFO, penguins moonlight as government spies, and a bow-tied llama becomes the perfect way to travel through a shopping mall.
This playful music video celebrates the imagination at its most unpredictable, when familiar faces, everyday worries, and impossible situations tumble together while we sleep. From spaghetti tacos to a walrus offering employment, each scene invites us to loosen our grip on logic and enjoy the nightly show. Settle in for a little musical nonsense—and perhaps keep a dream journal beside the bed.
Last Night I Rode A Llama Through The Mall
Verse 1:
I went to bed like usual, just my dog and me
Ate some chili, popped a Tums, and turned on the TV
Next thing I know, I'm on a blimp with Elvis and King Kong
Sippin' root beer floats with Gandhi—boy, something's goin' wrong!
Then Oprah turned into a lizard and started to dance,
While I did the hokey pokey in polka-dotted pants!
Chorus:
Oh, my brain takes a vacation when I hit the sack,
Reality checks out and never comes back.
I don’t need no mushrooms or crystal ball—
'Cause last night I rode a llama through the mall!
Verse 2:
Dreamed I married a mermaid with a biker tattoo,
She served spaghetti tacos and sang like Betty Lou.
My grandma flew in on a UFO with fries,
Said, “Don’t trust penguins—they’re government spies!”
Then a walrus offered me a part-time job,
Selling moonshine popcorn to a mob of angry frogs!
Chorus:
Yeah, my brain writes comedies while I snore and sprawl,
Like Shakespeare mixed with Redneck Carnival.
Forget Freud—I’ve seen it all—
Like that time I rode a llama through the mall!
Verse 3:
Woke up in the morning, face stuck to my cat,
Had my sock on backwards and my pants like that.
Told my husband about the dream—she said, “You need help.”
But Dr. Phil was in it too, dressed up like an elf!
So I started a dream journal to track the nightly show—
But now it reads like Netflix met a rodeo!
Final Chorus:
Now my brain’s a circus with no curtain call,
Where chickens preach and jellybeans play ball.
If you ever feel sane—just give me a call,
'Cause last night...
Oh last night...
Yeah, last night I rode a llama through the mall!
