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Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab a' that Ogallala?
When outta town a local clown in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon flyin' off a' his whip antenna

We was haulin' a load a' them girls
Truckin' 'em to O-town
Old boy got on his
Says "How's about a showdown?"

Well, hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets
'Cause this old truck make us a buck
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out
Swing them and away we go

Wake up, Earl, we gots to that pile a' junk over ta North Platte city

Well, one-eyed bears and wild
We got the back pad-locked
He says, "Bet bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them ta Flat Rock."

You hear that, Earl? He says he's whip Ol' Bessie here!

I says, "Call your and raise ya ten
"Jes' kiss Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause when hits that floatin' gear
"You gonna be Hereford pie. Yeah."

Well, hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets
'Cause this old gonna make us a buck
She gonna round them curves at thirty
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, tuck it on in and head it for the
If we don't win, we gonna sell the

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 Chevy is up speed."
Well, we the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was the weeds

We definitely was in Monfort lane.

Yeah, we won the race with a ace
When the made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too
Got a dose a' that good ol' Hereford gas.
Phew!

Hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets
'Cause this old truck's gonna us a buck
She's rollin' the boulevard

Hot damn, I'm a man
And I sorta like ta put my foot
This old rig blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a cab
see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown