Little Pink Mack

Everybody calls me the girl in the little pink Mack

The bumpers are chrome and so are the wheels and the stack

It's got polky-dot curtains hangin' in a sleeper of pink

Ha-ha-ha, this Mack's a dandy, some kind of truck, they think

In my truck-drivin' boots I stand about five-foot-three

But don't let the size fool you, man, I can take care of me

When you see a flash of pink go flyin' by

The next thing you know there's a taillight in your eye

Everybody wonders who'd drive such a rig like that

All the truckers are asked who's the gal in the little pink Mack

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So don't mess around if you're lookin' for a race

To be wiped out by a girl would be a disgrace

'Cause I cut my baby teeth on a set of Spicer gears

I'm a gear-swappin' mama and I don't know the meanin' of fear

Everybody wonders who'd drive such a rig like that

All the truckers are asked who's the gal in the little pink Mack

Got 'em wondering, Kay

All the truckers are asked who's the gal in the little pink Mack

Would you believe?

All the truckers are asked who's the gal in the little pink Mack

Ohh boy

All the truckers are asked who's the gal in the little pink Mack