Lyric Super Slab Showdown
Me an Earl was workin the superslab outside a that Ogallala?
When outta town come a local clown in a 65 Impala
Had a coon tail flyin off a his whip antenna
We was haulin a load a them go-go girls
Truckin em over to O-town
Old boy got on his microphone
Says "How s about a little showdown?"
Well, hot damn, I m a gamblin man,
So ev rybody get yer bets down
Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin out vittles
Swing them heifers and away we go
Wake up, Earl, we gots to race that pile a junk over ta North Platte city
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he s gonna whip Ol Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten
"Jes kiss that Chevy goodby, boy
" Cause when Bessie hits that floatin gear
"You gonna be eatin Hereford pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I m a gamblin man,
So ev rybody get yer bets down
Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
A trunk full a cows an a hood full a bees
Move it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that s it. That s floatin gear! C mon Bessie!
Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
If we don t win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don t break my neck,
We gonna take them cows to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let s give it a whirl.
"That Chevy is a-pickin up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin the weeds
We definitely was in that Monfort lane.
Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too close
Got a terminal dose a that good ol Hereford gas.
Phew!
Hot damn, I m a gamblin man,
So ev rybody get yer bets down
Cause this old truck s gonna make us a buck
She s rollin the boulevard shakedown
Hot damn, I m a truckin man
And I sorta like ta put my foot down
This old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown
When outta town come a local clown in a 65 Impala
Had a coon tail flyin off a his whip antenna
We was haulin a load a them go-go girls
Truckin em over to O-town
Old boy got on his microphone
Says "How s about a little showdown?"
Well, hot damn, I m a gamblin man,
So ev rybody get yer bets down
Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin out vittles
Swing them heifers and away we go
Wake up, Earl, we gots to race that pile a junk over ta North Platte city
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he s gonna whip Ol Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten
"Jes kiss that Chevy goodby, boy
" Cause when Bessie hits that floatin gear
"You gonna be eatin Hereford pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I m a gamblin man,
So ev rybody get yer bets down
Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
A trunk full a cows an a hood full a bees
Move it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that s it. That s floatin gear! C mon Bessie!
Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
If we don t win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don t break my neck,
We gonna take them cows to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let s give it a whirl.
"That Chevy is a-pickin up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin the weeds
We definitely was in that Monfort lane.
Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too close
Got a terminal dose a that good ol Hereford gas.
Phew!
Hot damn, I m a gamblin man,
So ev rybody get yer bets down
Cause this old truck s gonna make us a buck
She s rollin the boulevard shakedown
Hot damn, I m a truckin man
And I sorta like ta put my foot down
This old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown
