[On the CB] Ah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Love Machine? Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it’s clean clear to Taco Town. Yeah, we definitely got us the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy... Film reel Arizona, noon, on the seventh of June When they highballed over the pass Bulldog Mack with a can on back And a Jaguar haulin’ ass He’s ten on the floor, stroke an’ bore Seatcover’s startin’ ta gain Now beaver, you a-truckin’ with the Rubber Duck An’ I’m about ta pull the plug on your drain [Chorus] ’Cause we got a little ol’ convoy Rockin’ through the night Yeah, we got a little ol’ convoy, Ain’t she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ’Cross the U-S-A Convoy! [On the CB] Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here’s the Duck, again, and ah you wanna back off on them go-go girls? 10, roger, ’bout five mile or so. Yeah, them hogs is gettin’ in-tense up here. New Mexico, on I-four-oh Like a Texas lizard on glass One thousand pedals was mashin’ the metal Them bears was a-walkin’ the grass We trucked all day and we trucked all night Big Benny improvin’ our style We could tell by the smell We was headin’ for Hell And the Devil was Dirty Lyle [Chorus] ’Cause we got a great big convoy Rockin’ through the night. Yeah, we got a great big convoy, Ain’t she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ’Cross the U-S-A. Convoy! [This next verse appears only in the movie itself; it’s not in the song on the soundtrack album.] Texas dawn and the charge was on to the pits of Alvarez town We had nine of our best comin’ outta the west And the ultimate hammer was down Yeah, speed-trap city and we showed no pity ’Cause the whole damn place was a pile We could tell by the smell it was trucker’s hell And the devil was Dirty Lyle [On the CB] Ah, now here’s the plan, Pig Pen. When we get to the pass, we’re gonna put on our fish costumes, pass out the Vaseline® an’ an extra ration a’ rum for the men. That should do it. Now Lyle was a creep He was tacky and cheap But he had him a badge an’ a gun He hated the Duck and he hated his truck And he loved to bust truckers for fun So he followed the line And he bided his time And he watched for his chance to strike Then he picked on a trucker Yeah, a wiry ol’ sucker Yeah, the trucker they call Spider Mike But the great Rubber Duck Sorta run outta luck When he crossed that final bridge There’s choppers and rigs full’a guns an’ pigs They’s wall-to-wall on the ridge He showed no fear as he grabbed his gear An’ he stuck it in grandaddy low Them guns went boom An’ his ass went zoom An’ the Mack took a terminal blow [On the CB] Ah, how ’bout ya, Big Nasty, c’mon there. Say, listen, Big Nasty, we sure are glad you was along on this here run ta kick ass, dontcha know? Ah, 10-4, I know you can’t say kick ass on the CB. Back. Well, that big black Mack stopped dead in her tracks When the trailer blew high in the air There was pieces of truck and some pieces of Duck And junk and debris everywhere Then the rig took a drink an’ commenced to sink And there was no Duck no more But that evil smile from Dirty ol’ Lyle Shone south from the north Texas shore [Chorus] ’Cause we got a mighty convoy Rockin’ through the night. Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, Ain’t she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ’Cross the U-S-A. Convoy! Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Convoy! Pig Pen, what’s your twenty? Omaha? Well, Convoy! they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, listen, good buddy, Convoy! keep the bugs off’n your glass and the bears off’n your ass. We’ll Convoy! catch you on the flip-flop. This here’s the Rubber Duck on the side. Southbound an’ down. Convoy! We gone. ’Bye,’bye.
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