[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 over here in a short, it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
Bears to the left; to the right We didn't have no to go. They had us backed up to the shore, And cab-over Petes don't float. I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a idea. Them a' Jesus gonna save us! "So praise the and Mister Ford, And follow micra-bus, ten-four.
[Now, imagine a of rowdy pirates -- the buccaneer type, not software -- chanting the Chorus.]
Yo ho ho, and a trucks take a bath with a Rubber Duck Yo ho ho, and a lots a' 'Round the world with the Ducky!
Yeah, we on the water like diesel whales Sank about a of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't no faith "They gone ten-seven." By the time we got into Piccadilly Town, half 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 British I say, Fabersham. Looks likes the Americans have got themselves another Convoy.
Yo ho ho, and a thousand take a bath with a Rubber Duck Yo ho ho, and a lots a' 'Round the with the Rubber Ducky!
[Spoken, in the same sorta accent] Good heavens! Look at them all! 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 that Channel like snakes on glass And the beach about dawn I says, "Grab your and punch 13 "We all truckin' on the Autobahn. "Now, Pig Pen, this here's the slab "'Cause there goes a truck." He says, "Break one-three for the Strudel "Ya just blew the off'n the Duck. How 'bout it?"
[Spoken, in a sorta German accent. A really bad accent.] Oh, zehn-vier, Rubber Duck. Ve are 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. Wiedersehen.
[If you know the song, then you can skip this note. If you don't, then a bit of explanation is necessary. During the next verse, the chorus (the singers, not the words) is heard in the background. 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 had hundred-mile 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, them big red bears been in the bush Dumb, dumb, dumb. is we didn't see a one all day Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, So we up the leaves and we shook out the tree Dumb, dumb, dumb. is 'Til finally had something to say Dumb, dumb, dumb. You got it..
[Spoken in a bad Russian accent. A really bad... you the rest.] Comrade Duck: you been given until daybreak in Murmansk to get your cotton-pickin' trucks out of the U. S. S. of R. You will copy!
'dumb' chorus 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, Tooled into Town Dumb, I says, "Pig Pen, this here be the place, Dumb, "'Cause eatin' with sticks." Dumb, He says, "Ten-Four, this is CB land Dumb, "'Cause my knob just went crick." Dumb,
in a really bad Japanese (fill in the blank)] Ah so, Lubba Duck. You 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 trucks Gonna a bath with a Lubba Duck Yo ho ho, and a rots a' 'Round the world a Lubba Ducky!
[Obviously, collectness hadn't yet permeated the U. S. of A. :)]
[On the CB.] Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen, 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.