[On the CB.] Breaker, one-nine, this 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, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
to the left; bears to the right We have no place to go. They had us backed up to the shore, And them cab-over Petes float. I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a idea. Friends a' Jesus gonna save us! "So praise the Lord and Ford, And that micra-bus, ten-four.
[Now, imagine a bunch of rowdy pirates -- the 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 'Round the with the Rubber Ducky!
Yeah, we drove on the water diesel whales Sank a hunnert-and-ten of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no "They gone ten-seven." By the time we got that Piccadilly Town, 'Bout half of 'em was 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 with a Rubber Duck Yo ho ho, and a lots a' 'Round the world the Rubber Ducky!
[Spoken, in the same sorta British 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 Channel like snakes on And stormed the about dawn I says, "Grab your shifters and 13 "We all truckin' on the Autobahn. "Now, Pig Pen, this here's the slab "'Cause goes a Mercedes truck." He says, "Break one-three for the Strudel "Ya just blew the doors the Duck. How 'bout it?"
[Spoken, in a sorta German accent. A 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, 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. 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 for a coffee 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 Wall; we see." Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. Well, them big red bears must'a in the bush Dumb, dumb, dumb. is 'Cause we see a one all day Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, So we raked up the leaves and we out the tree Dumb, dumb, dumb. is they finally had something to say Dumb, dumb, dumb. You got it..
[Spoken in a bad accent. A really bad... you know the rest.] Comrade Duck: you have been given daybreak in Murmansk to get your cotton-pickin' trucks out of the U. S. S. of R. You will copy!
[That chorus continues.] Well, we them rigs through salt-mine city Dumb, With a hammer and a sickle on Dumb, Then we hit the fan through the Sea of Dumb, into Transistor Town Dumb, I says, "Pig Pen, here must be the place, Dumb, "'Cause everybody's eatin' sticks." Dumb, He says, "Ten-Four, this is CB land Dumb, "'Cause my channel just went crick." Dumb,
in a really bad Japanese (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 thousand Gonna take a bath a Lubba Duck Yo ho ho, and a rots a' 'Round the world with a Ducky!
[Obviously, poritical collectness yet permeated the U. S. of A. :)]
[On the CB.] Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen, what's your twenty? Australia? Mercy sakes, ain't nothin' down 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.