Breaker 1-9, this here's the duck again. You got a copy on me, Pigpen, come on?
Oh, negatory, Pigpen, there ain't no way out except for that one Atlantic Ocean.
Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short,
cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
Bears to the left, bears to the right, we didn't have no place to go.
They had us backed up clean to the shore and them Cabover Pete's don't float.
I said, Pigpen, I got me a good idea, them friends of Jesus gonna save us.
So praise the Lord, Mr. Ford, and follow that microbus 10-4.
Yo-ho-ho and a thousand trucks gonna take a bath with a rubber duck.
Yo-ho-ho and a lot's a lot from the world with a rubber duck.
Yeah, we drove on the water like diesel whales, sank about 110 of them.
I says, Pigpen, they just didn't have no faith, they'd definitely gone 10-7.
By the time we got into that Piccadilly town, about half of them was lost at sea.
Cause break 1-9 for a 10-33, what we got was the cotton pick of BBC.
I say, Fabersham, looks like the Americans have got themselves another bloody convoy.
Yo-ho-ho and a thousand trucks gonna take a bath with a rubber duck.
Yo-ho-ho and a lot's a lot from the world with a rubber duck.
Good heavens, look at them all, half of them are sinking in the Thames.
Hello, some of our truck chaps are assisting them.
Good show, actually. Oh, well, 10-4, all that rubbish.
Well, we crossed that channel like snakes on glass and stormed the beach about dawn.
I says, *** your shifters and punch 13, we all going trucking on the Autobahn.
Now, Pigpen, this here's the ultimate slab, cause there goes the Mercedes truck.
He says, break 1-3 for the strudel machine, he just blew the doors off in the duck.
How about it? Oh, some terrible duck.
We are receding world to world with the speed limit of the Autobahn.
And to every nickel you travel too slow, rubber duck, we gonna see you around.
We gonna be the same?
Well, we stopped for a coffee in West Berlin, the British had 100-mile key.
I says, Pigpen, from here on it's wall-to-wall bears.
Says, bash the wall, we gonna see.
Well, them big red bears must have been in the bush, but we didn't see one all day.
So we raked up the leaves and we shook out the trees, till we finally had something to say.
You got it.
Comrade Duck, you have been given a dirty break in Berlin,
to get your cotton-picking trucks out of the USSR.
You will copy.
Well, we shot them rigs through salt mine city with a hammer and a sickle on down.
Then we got a fan through the Sea of Japan, tooled in the transistor town.
I says, Pigpen, this here must be the place.
Cause everybody's eating with sticks.
He says, 10-4, this here is CB land.
Cause my cattle now just went cray.
Ah, so, rubber duck, you have a nice day today.
Better day tomorrow, we catch you on trip prop.
This one kamikaze Aussie, we gon' say, no?
Yo-ho-ho and a thousand ducks, gonna take a bet with a rubber duck.
Yo-ho-ho and a rat-so-rat, round the world with a rubber duck.
Ah, 10-4, Pigpen, what's your 20?
Australia?
Mercy sakes, ain't nothing down there but Tasmanian devils and them Kuala bears.
What's that?
No double nickel limit.
We gon' be there in a short, Pigpen.
Cause here's rubber duck, 10-10, and doing it to it like Pruitt used to do it.
To it.
We gone.
Bye-bye.