Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon. Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June

In a Kenworth pullin' logs

Cab-over Pete with a reefer on

And a Jimmy haulin' hogs

We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh

'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town

I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck

"And I'm about to put the hammer down."

Cause we got a little convoy

Rockin' through the night

Yeah, we got a little 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!

Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck. And, you wanna back off them hogs? Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. Ten, roger. Them hogs is gettin' in-tense up here

By the time we got into Tulsa Town

We had eighty-five trucks in all

But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf

And them bears was wall-to-wall

Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper;

They even had a bear in the air!

I says, "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck

"We about to go a-huntin' bear."

Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen? Negatory, Pig Pen; you're still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten

Well, we rolled up Interstate 44

Like a rocket sled on rails

We tore up all of our swindle sheets

And left 'em settin' on the scales

By the time we hit that Chi-town

Them bears was a-gettin' smart:

They'd brought up some reinforcements

From the Illinois National Guard

There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps

And rigs of ev'ry size

Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears

And choppers filled the skies

Well, we shot the line and we went for broke

With a thousand screamin' trucks

An' eleven long-haired Friends a' Jesus

In a chartreuse micra-bus

Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over. Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster? Lissen, you wanna put that micra-bus in behind that suicide jockey? Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore

And prepared to cross the line

I could see the bridge was lined with bears

But I didn't have a dog-goned dime

I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck

"We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll."

So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight

I says "Let them truckers roll, 10-4."

Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what's your twenty?

Convoy! OMAHA? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, mercy

Convoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your

Convoy! Tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side

Convoy! We gone. 'Bye,'bye