Louis F. Davis, William Fries, C.W. McCall
Текст песни Convoy ost (1978)

[On the CB]
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Love Machine? Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it’s clean clear to Taco Town. Yeah, we definitely got us the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...

Arizona, noon, on the seventh of June
When they highballed over the pass
Bulldog Mack with a can on back
And a Jaguar haulin’ ass
He’s ten on the floor, stroke an’ bore
Seatcover’s startin’ ta gain
Now beaver, you a-truckin’ with the Rubber Duck
An’ I’m about ta pull the plug on your drain

[Chorus]
’Cause we got a little ol’ convoy
Rockin’ through the night
Yeah, we got a little ol’ convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A
Convoy!

[On the CB]
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here’s the Duck, again, and ah you wanna back off on them go-go girls? 10, roger, ’bout five mile or so. Yeah, them hogs is gettin’ in-tense up here.

New Mexico, on I-four-oh
Like a Texas lizard on glass
One thousand pedals was mashin’ the metal
Them bears was a-walkin’ the grass
We trucked all day and we trucked all night
Big Benny improvin’ our style
We could tell by the smell
We was headin’ for Hell
And the Devil was Dirty Lyle

[Chorus]
’Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!

[On the CB]
Ah, now here’s the plan, Pig Pen. When we get to the pass, we’re gonna put on our fish costumes, pass out the Vaseline® an’ an extra ration a’ rum for the men. That should do it.

Now Lyle was a creep
He was tacky and cheap
But he had him a badge an’ a gun
He hated the Duck and he hated his truck
And he loved to bust truckers for fun
So he followed the line
And he bided his time
And he watched for his chance to strike
Then he picked on a trucker
Yeah, a wiry ol’ sucker
Yeah, the trucker they call Spider Mike
But the great Rubber Duck
Sorta run outta luck
When he crossed that final bridge
There’s choppers and rigs full’a guns an’ pigs
They’s wall-to-wall on the ridge
He showed no fear as he grabbed his gear
An’ he stuck it in grandaddy low
Them guns went boom
An’ his ass went zoom
An’ the Mack took a terminal blow

[On the CB]
Ah, how ’bout ya, Big Nasty, c’mon there. Say, listen, Big Nasty, we sure are glad you was along on this here run ta kick ass, dontcha know? Ah, 10-4, I know you can’t say "kick ass" on the CB. Back.

Well, that big black Mack stopped dead in her tracks
When the trailer blew high in the air
There was pieces of truck and some pieces of Duck
And junk and debris everywhere
Then the rig took a drink an’ commenced to sink
And there was no Duck no more
But that evil smile from Dirty ol’ Lyle
Shone south from the north Texas shore

[Chorus]
’Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!
Convoy! Ah, 10-4,
Convoy! Pig Pen, what’s your twenty? Omaha? Well,
Convoy! they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, listen, good buddy,
Convoy! keep the bugs off