Hey, what do you like, the smell of a truck, a chauffeur's guesthouse, a hormone to the ceiling, a man's hand, a truck is a red one. Hey, what do you like, the smell of gasoline, hey, you're so fine, a little bit of cocaine, oil, a cab, a truck is a machine. Come on, come on, it's not a wine, hey, it's not a serpentine, you've been caught, darling, you've been hot for six months, it's your turn. Just say, little, little Peggy, the atmosphere is cooling down so much. Just say, little, little Peggy, the atmosphere is cooling down so much. What he do, that he do what he do, he do his best. Chauffeurs like sugar, with chauffeurs and beer, let them live, let them survive. Chauffeurs, chauffeurs, let them eat you. You love, you love, you love, you love, you love, everything you love, when you smell like a man. Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas, Gas.