[On the CB.]
Breaker, one-nine, this here`s the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c`mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain`t no way out `cept 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 cab-over Petes don`t float.
I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea.
Them Friends a` Jesus gonna save us!
"So praise the Lord and Mister Ford,
And follow that micra-bus, ten-four.
[Now, imagine a bunch of rowdy pirates -- the buccaneer type, not software -- chanting the Chorus.]
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, and a thousand trucks
Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Duck
Yo ho ho, and a lots a` luck
`Round the world with the Rubber Ducky!
Yeah, we drove on the water like diesel whales
Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of `em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn`t have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town,
`Bout half of `em was lost at sea
I says, "Break one-nine for a ten-thirty-three"
What we got was the cotton-pickin` BBC
[Spoken, in a sorta British accent]
I say, Fabersham. Looks likes the Americans have got themselves another bloody Convoy.
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, and a thousand trucks
Gonna take a bath with a Rubber Duck
Yo ho ho, and a lots a` luck
`Round the world with the Rubber Ducky!
[Spoken, in the same sorta British accent]
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, ten-four and all that rubbish.
Well, we crossed that Channel like snakes on glass
And stormed the beach about dawn
I says, "Grab your shifters and punch 13
"We all goin` truckin` on the Autobahn.
"Now, Pig Pen, this here`s the ultimate slab
"`Cause there goes a Mercedes truck."
He says, "Break one-three for the Strudel Machine
"Ya just blew the doors off`n the Duck. How `bout it?"
[Spoken, in a sorta German accent. A really bad German accent.]
Oh, zehn-vier, Rubber Duck. Ve are receiving you vall-to-vall, but the schpeed limit on za Autobahn is triple-nickels. You travel too schlow, Rubber Duck. We gonna see you around. We gone. Wiedersehen.
[If you know the song, then you can skip this note. If you don`t, then a bit of explanation is necessary. During the next verse, the chorus (the singers, not the words) is heard in the background. What they`re singing is what`s printed in the tiny little letters. No, I am not making this up. That`s what they`re singing.]
Well, we stopped for a coffee in West Berlin
Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is
The British had hundred-mile tea
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
I says, "Pig Pen, from here on it`s wall-to-wall bears."
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,
Says, "Bash the Wall; we gonna see."
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
Well, them big red bears must`a been in the bush
Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is
`Cause we didn`t see a one all day
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,
So we raked up the leaves and we shook out the tree
Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is
`Til they finally had something to say
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
You got it..
[Spoken in a bad Russian accent. A really bad... you know the rest.]
Comrade Duck: you have been given until daybreak in Murmansk to get your cotton-pickin` trucks out of the U. S. S. of R. You will copy!
[That `dumb` chorus continues.]
Well, we shot them rigs through salt-mine city
Dumb, dumb
With a hammer and a sickle on down
Dumb, dumb
Then we hit the fan through the Sea of Japan
Dumb, dumb
Tooled into Transistor Town
Dumb, dumb
I says, "Pig Pen, this here must be the place,
Dumb, dumb
"`Cause everybody`s eatin` with sticks."
Dumb, dumb
He says, "Ten-Four, this here is CB land
Dumb, dumb
"`Cause my channel knob just went crick."
Dumb, dumb
[Spoken in a really bad Japanese (fill in the blank)]
Ah so, Lubba Duck. You have a nice day today, betta day tomollow. We catch you on frip-frop. This one Kamikaze Ozzie; we gone. Sayonara.
[Chorus]
Yo ho ho, and a thousand trucks
Gonna take a bath with a Lubba Duck
Yo ho ho, and a rots a` ruck
`Round the world with a Lubba Ducky!
[Obviously, poritical collectness hadn`t yet permeated the U. S. of A. :)]
[On the CB.]
Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen, what`s your twenty? Australia? Mercy sakes, ain`t nothin` down there but Tasmanian devils and them Q-alla bears. What`s that? No double-nickel limit? We gonna be there in a short, Pig Pen. This here`s the Rubber Duck, ten-ten and doin` it to it like Pruitt used`ta do it to it. We gone. `Bye-`bye.
