Me an' Earl was workin' the outside a' that Ogallala? outta town come a local clown in a '65 Impala Had a 'coon flyin' off a' his whip antenna
We was a load a' them go-go girls 'em over to O-town Old boy got on his "How's about a little showdown?"
Well, hot damn, I'm a man, So ev'rybody get yer bets 'Cause this old truck gonna make us a Chicken in the bread pan, out vittles Swing them and away we go
Wake up, Earl, we gots to race that pile a' junk ta North Platte city
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces We got the back door He says, "Bet bucks and a side a' beef, "I can beat cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says gonna whip Ol' Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and ya ten "Jes' kiss Chevy goodby, boy "'Cause when Bessie hits that gear "You gonna be eatin' pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I'm a man, So ev'rybody get yer bets this old truck gonna make us a buck She round them curves at thirty gees A trunk full a' an' a hood full a' bees
it up a notch, Earl. Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! Bessie!
Well, it on in and head it for the barn If we win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don't my neck, We gonna take them to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let's it a whirl. "That is a-pickin' up speed." Well, we crossed the Platte at a flat Old was a-blowin' the weeds
We was in that Monfort lane.
Yeah, we won the with a bovine ace When the Chevy made a pass Yeah, he got too Got a terminal dose a' good ol' Hereford gas. Phew!
Hot damn, I'm a man, So ev'rybody get yer down 'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a She's rollin' the shakedown
Hot damn, I'm a man And I sorta like ta put my foot This old rig gonna blow wig Got go-go and a Peterbilt cab Gonna see ya all out on the for a showdown