| Used to take those drives on the state back roads,
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| And find secret places that nobody knows.
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| To get away from those football nights,
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| And the types of folks who don’t say nothin' nice.
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| See I’m from one world and you’re from another,
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| You were born in Japan and I am southern.
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| But this love is a gift from Him up above,
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| Now it’s finally time for us to make love!
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| I was fu**ing my truck every Friday night,
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| There was no distraction except them hazard lights!
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| Yeah your hemi may be turbo charged,
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| And your semi gets me semi hard,
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| But nothing gets me revved up like my truck!
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| (Spoken)
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| Yeah she’s an import — get over it!
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| She’s a truck, Earl!
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| Whatever. |
| You racist!
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| When folks in town see us together they get sick,
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| Just cuz you are foreign and I am domestic.
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| They just don’t know that you’re spacious and classy,
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| Or how good it feels to be up in your chassis.
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| The last time we did it you fit like a glove,
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| You were 3 years old, the perfect age to make love.
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| I said «I'm with you cuz you’re the one»
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| Then you said to me rundundundun rundundundun
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| I was fu**ing my truck to a garth brooks song,
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| The battery died cuz I left the lights on,
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| Popped the hood to check it out real quick,
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| Saw something that made my heart feel carsick!
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| It was my best friend’s dipstick!
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| (Spoken)
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| This ain’t mine… And that ain’t Pennzoil.
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| I was fu**in' my truck til it fu**ed another man,
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| If I can’t have you than nobody else can!
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| I was fu**ing my truck till my truck fu**ed me,
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| Perhaps I should go back to human beings?
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| One thing baby I have to know,
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| Is it because I put it in your gashole?
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| (Spoken)
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| Only did it that one time… Burned like hell. |
| You know what, forget about it I
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| don’t need you! |
| Oh! |
| Hi there! |
| What’s your name? |