Uhaul Truck:

This moving thing kills me
Puts a twist in my back,
And my poor little neck
Is spun out of wack.

So much to do in little time
To pack all your seashells,
So I'll just take what I can
And split like a bullet shell.

Cause I'm slow like a snail
And have nothing to prove,
I'm a really fast inch worm
Or a uhaul truck on crazy glue.