| I’m gonna tell y’all a story you ain’t gonna believe
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| It’s about UFOs, big rigs, and barbecue
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| Well, I’m squishin' armadillos out on Interstate 10
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| Headin' out of Houston once again
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| Then I seen somethin shootin' right across the sky
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| All covered in fur with one big eye… Shazam
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| So I stomped on my brakes, let my baby whine
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| I’m havin' me a close encounter of the diesel kind
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| Then the spaceman spoke, it sound sorta funny
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| Kinda like a Yankee banker all outta money
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| You know what he told me? |
| He said:
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| Well, UFOs are big rigs
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| That come from Outer Space
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| Stoppin' off at the truck stop Earth
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| Lookin' for some food to eat
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| Ya can’t get no Beanie Weenies
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| Out past the Great Unknown
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| UFOs are big rigs far from home
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| Now that furry flyin' saucer guy said he was lookin' for some barbecue!
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| So I took him down to Dreamland Barbecue down in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
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| You know what we got?
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| We got ribs, white bread, and ice cold beer
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| We was eatin' so hard I didn’t even stare
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| And that boy was ugly too
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| Said the waitress reminded him of someone who was far, far away
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| Took another white pill, another long day
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| Everybody now!
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| Well, UFOs are big rigs
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| That come from Outer Space
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| Stoppin' off at the truck stop Earth
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| Lookin' for some food to eat
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| Ya can’t get no Beanie Weenies
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| Out past the Great Unknown
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| Yeah, UFOs are big rigs far from home
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| C’mon, boys, I think I see Mr. Spock over there! |
| Hey!
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| Then that space alien said somethin' that was music
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| To my truck drivin' carbuncle-budded ears:
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| «Well, out past Mars ain’t no speed limit!»
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| Said he owns his space truck, he don’t rent it
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| And his back was achin', could he somewhere get him a massage?
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| There stood Sapphire’s Space Age Love Garage
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| Ha Ha! |
| C’mon!
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| Well, UFOs are big rigs
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| That come from Outer Space
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| Stoppin' off at the truck stop Earth
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| Lookin' for some food to eat
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| Ya can’t get no Beanie Weenies
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| Out past the Great Unknown
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| Yeah, UFOs are big rigs far from home
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| Yeah, UFOs are big rigs far from home
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| Man, that boy shot outta here faster than Richard Petty!
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| Look at that antenna he’s got!
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| I betcha he could pick up Dave Nemo and tha Road Gang on the other side of the
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| Sun! |