[On the CB.] 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 out 'cept for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get here in a short, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
Bears to the left; to the right We didn't no place to go. had us backed up clean to the shore, And them cab-over Petes float. I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a idea. Them Friends a' Jesus save us! "So praise the Lord and Ford, And that micra-bus, ten-four.
[Now, imagine a bunch of rowdy -- the buccaneer type, not software -- chanting the Chorus.]
Yo ho ho, and a thousand Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Yo ho ho, and a a' luck the world with the Rubber Ducky!
Yeah, we drove on the water like whales Sank a hunnert-and-ten of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't no faith "They definitely ten-seven." By the time we got that Piccadilly Town, 'Bout of 'em was lost at sea I says, "Break for a ten-thirty-three" we got was the cotton-pickin' BBC
[Spoken, in a sorta accent] I say, Fabersham. Looks likes the Americans have got themselves bloody Convoy.
Yo ho ho, and a thousand Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Yo ho ho, and a lots a' the world with the Rubber Ducky!
[Spoken, in the same sorta accent] Good heavens! 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 like snakes on glass And stormed the about dawn I says, "Grab your shifters and 13 "We all goin' on the Autobahn. "Now, Pig Pen, this here's the ultimate "'Cause there goes a truck." He says, "Break for the Strudel Machine "Ya just blew the doors the Duck. How 'bout it?"
[Spoken, in a sorta accent. A really bad German accent.] Oh, zehn-vier, Rubber Duck. Ve are receiving you vall-to-vall, but the limit on za Autobahn is triple-nickels. You travel too schlow, Rubber Duck. We gonna see you around. We gone. Wiedersehen.
[If you know the song, then you can skip this note. If you don't, a bit of explanation is necessary. During the next verse, the chorus (the singers, not the words) is heard in the background. What they're singing is what's printed in the tiny little letters. No, I am not making this up. That's what they're singing.]
Well, we stopped for a in West Berlin Dumb, dumb, dumb. is The British had tea dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. I says, "Pig Pen, from here on wall-to-wall bears." Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, Says, "Bash the we gonna see." Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. Well, big red bears must'a been in the bush Dumb, dumb, dumb. is we didn't see a one all day Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, So we raked up the and we shook out the tree Dumb, dumb, dumb. is 'Til they had something to say Dumb, dumb, dumb. You got it..
in a bad Russian accent. A really bad... you know the rest.] 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 copy!
[That 'dumb' continues.] Well, we shot rigs through salt-mine city Dumb, With a and a sickle on down Dumb, Then we hit the fan through the Sea of Dumb, into Transistor Town Dumb, I says, "Pig Pen, this here be the place, Dumb, "'Cause everybody's eatin' sticks." Dumb, He says, "Ten-Four, here is CB land Dumb, "'Cause my channel just went crick." Dumb,
[Spoken in a really bad (fill in the blank)] Ah so, Lubba Duck. You have a nice day today, betta day tomollow. We catch you on frip-frop. This one Kamikaze we gone. Sayonara.
Yo ho ho, and a trucks Gonna take a bath with a Lubba Yo ho ho, and a rots a' the world with a Lubba Ducky!
[Obviously, poritical collectness yet permeated the U. S. of A. :)]
[On the CB.] Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen, what's 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.