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'Round the World with the Rubber Duck

C.W. McCall

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Breaker, one-nine This here's the Duck again You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen There ain't no way ou 'Cept for that one Atlantic Ocean Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha And get over here in a short 'Cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem! Bears to the left, bears to the right We didn't have no place to go They had us backed up clean to the shore And them cab-over Petes don't float I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea! Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us! "So praise the Lord and Mister Ford, And follow that mikker-bus, ten-four! Yo-ho-ho, and a thousand trucks Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Duck Yo ho ho, and a lots a' luck 'Round the world with the Rubber Ducky! Yeah, we drove on the water like diesel whales Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith "They definitely gone ten-seven." By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town 'Bout half of 'em was lost at sea I says, "Break one-nine for a ten-thirty-three" What we got was the cotton-pickin' BBC I say, Fabersham Looks likes the Americans have got themselves another bloody Con-voy! Yo-ho-ho, and a thousand trucks Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Duck Yo-ho-ho, and a lots a' luck 'Round the world with the Rubber Ducky! Good heavens! Look at them all! Half of them are sinking in the Thames! Hello! Some of our truck chaps are assisting them Good show, actually Oh, well, ten-four and all that rubbish! Well, we crossed that Channel like snakes on glass And stormed the beach about dawn I says, "Grab your shifters and punch thirteen" "We all goin' truckin' on the Autobahn "Now, Pig Pen, this here's the ultimate slab "'Cause there goes a Mercedes truck." He says, "Break one-three for the Strudel Machine "Ya just blew the doors off'n the Duck. How 'bout it?" Oh, zehn-vier, Rubber Duck! Ve are receiving you vall-to-vall But the schpeed limit on za Autobahn is triple-nickels You travel too schlow, Rubber Duck! We gonna see you around We gone! Auf Wiedersehen! Well, we stopped for a coffee in West Berlin Dumb, dumb, dumb This is the British Had hundred-mile tea Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I says, "Pig Pen, from here on It's wall-to-wall bears" Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Says, "Bash the Wall, we gonna see" Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Well, them big red bears Must'a been in the bush Dumb, dumb, dumb This is 'cause we didn't see a one all day Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb So we raked up the leaves And we shook out the tree Dumb, dumb, dumb This is 'til they finally had something to say Dumb, dumb, dumb You got it Comrade Duck, you have been given until daybreak in Murmansk to get your cotton-pickin' trucks out of the U. S. S. of R. You will copy! Well, we shot them rigs Through Salt Mine City Dumb, dumb With a hammer and a sickle on down Dumb, dumb Then we hit the fan Through the Sea of Japan Dumb, dumb Tooled into Transistor Town Dumb, dumb I says, "Pig Pen, this here must be the place Dumb, dumb 'Cause everybody's eatin' with sticks Dumb, dumb He says, "Ten-Four, this here is CB land Dumb, dumb 'Cause my channel knob just went crick Dumb, dumb" Ah so, Lubba Duck You have a nice day today Betta day tomollow We catch you on frip-frop! This one Kamikaze Ozzie We gone Sayonara! Yo-ho-ho, and a thousand trucks Gonna take a bath with a Lubba Duck Yo-ho-ho, and a rots a' ruck 'Round the world with a Lubba Ducky! Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen What's your twenty? Australia? Mercy sakes, ain't nothin' down there But Tasmanian devils and them Q-alla bears What's that? No double-nickel limit? We gonna be there in a short, Pig Pen This here's the Rubber Duck Ten-ten and doin' it to it like Pruitt Used 'ta do it to it We gone! 'Bye-'bye!
Writer(s): Louis F Jr Davis, William Fries Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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