“The Biggest Ball of Twine of Minnesota”, which ends out UHF on a triumphant note, is the ultimate oddball album closer, a nearly seven-minute long story-song in the vein of singer-songwriter types like Harry Chapin that packs in so much wonderful, banal, wonderfully banal detail that it feels almost like a family road comedy movie on wax or a short story in song form rather than a mere ditty. Although ostensibly about the ball in Darwin, Minnesota, Yankovic takes artistic license with the statistics. What makes “The Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota” such an enduring piece of cornball Americana in addition to being a sly send-up of cornball Americana, is the enormous affection it has for the campy details of Middle-American life and for Middle American life itself. Sure, the pickled wieners that are constantly mentioned sound as stomach-churning as the pork-and-spam-and-winds-and-ghosts that make up Spam but they also sounds oddly irresistible. It’s one of my all-time favorite “Weird Al” Yankovic songs and the most appropriate way to conclude the Alpacolypse.