Twelve o' clock at night, you walk out the door You told me baby you were going to the drugstore Well in my mind I knew you were lying The drugstore closed
I'm just a waitress at this truck stop I keep the jukebox playing and the coffee hot Temptation's everywhere but I must stand I'm in love with my big
Walked in the joint They were lined up back to back Anything you can name, no shame Uh, uh, an' stuff like that Do it, do it, do it, do it What makes
[ Doyle Holly ] I've heard guys tell of their sweethearts of how they sow and cook I've heard so many stories I could prob'ly write the book Now listen
Don't spend no money I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin' money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick Don't spend no money I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp Why
And everything's gonna work out fine I don't know man not the way things is lookin' Look, let me tell y'all somethin' Women, they do the same thing that
She's shaking down I'm absent and numb from shock Reaching around for the hands of the clock Should've lied Lit me up, it's my lie Should've lit me up
I'm half a crazy man Waiting for confirmation Signs keep a changing and I need some more information Some tricks of the light You'll never know Make
Big truck I'm too small, too small don't compromise So have fast, too fast don't realize I'm have hand on wheel Let set the sights drive with me I'm
Es hat uns sehr gefreut Man fragt sich was ist dran an ihm Was konnte es wohl sein Ist der Wein aus Osterreich den er uns entschenkt immer rein Bavarian
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well I got it all up here, see Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Well they think they got it all out there, see Well they can fuck off, cos they ain
Truck-on truck-on truck-on truck-on tyke Truck-on truck-on truck-on truck-on tyke O tyke baby you're a slender living lady you're dynamite yeah You're
Here we go Personality walk, personality talk Personality you got it Loving on the eastside Loving on the Westside too Oh, I can tell by the way that
Truck on Truck on Truck on Truck on Tyke Oh Tyke baby You're a slender living lady You're dynamite You're a jeep mouth dancer You're a right on dancer
There's a whisper in the wires, no love Of a black train-a-comin', no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythm's not my hometown My
Tie you up baby, really tight In a lover's knot I'm in the mood for my leather boots With the leopard spots Take you down to my side of town Where I
No tricks up my sleeve I kicked the downs and now I'm clean No shakes up my spine I beat the speed and I dumped the wine No tracks that was yesterday
truckin' Come on, come on, come on Space truckin' Come on, come on, come on Let's go space truckin' Come on, come on, come on Space truckin' Yeah yeah yeah space truckin