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Me 'n Earl 'as workin' the superslab
Outside a that Ogalalla When outta town come a loaded clown In a Sixty-Five Impala Had a coontail flyin' off'n his whip antenna We 'as haulin' a load them go-go girls A truckin' 'em over to O-Town Old boy gits on his microphone Sez "Howz about a little showdown?" Well hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man So everybody git yer bets down Cause this old truck's gonna make us buck Chickin in the bread pan, pickin' out dough Swing them heffers, an' away we go Wake up Earl... We gots to race that pile a junk over to North Platte City Well one eyed bears, an' deuces wild We got the back door padlocked He sez "betcha five bucks an' a side of beef I can beat them cows to Flat Rock You hear that Earl... He sez he's gonna whip ol' Bessie here... I sez "call ya five, an' raise ya ten Just kiss that Chevy goodbye boy Cause when Bessie hits that floatin' gear You gonna be eatin' Herford Pie Yeah hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man So everybody git yer bets down Cause this ol' truck gonna make us a buck She's gonna round them curves at thirty G's A trunk fulla cows, an' a hood fulla bees Move it up a notch Earl... That's it... That's floatin' gear... Come on Bessie! Well tuck it on in, an' head it fer the barn We don't win we gonna sell the farm This ol' wreck gonna break my neck Gonna take them cows to the discoteque I sez "Come on Earl, let's give it a whirl That Chevy's a pickin' up speed Well we crossed the Platte at a hunderd flat Ol' Bessie was a blowin' the weeds We definitely was in that "Monfort Lane" Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace When the Chevy made a fatal pass Yeah, he got too close, got a terminal dose Of that good ol' Herford gas Whew! Hot damn I'm a gamblin' man So everybody git yer bets down Cause this ol' truck gona make us a buck She's a runnin' the boulevard shakedown Hot damn, I'm a truckin' man An' I sorta like puttin' my foot down This ol' girl's gonna blow yer wig Got go-go girls, an' a Peterbuilt cab Gonna see ya'll out on the superslab Fer a showdown! |