Honk, honk, honk
Loud and thundering
From a semi-truck trucker
Rocking that air horn
For children
So eager to hear
The trucker's horn.

Breaker, breaker
Here is now the trucker
Behind an eighteen wheeler vehicle
That came from interstate haul
Michigan, Missouri
Massachusetts, Mississippi
Maryland, Minnesota
Maine, Montana
Both far and in between.

From the desolate bone dry deserts
Giant stone arches
TheSalt Lake
Rolling hills
Grand Rocky Mountains
To broad grassland plains
He will deliver your load
Despite absence of GPS
Even to Death Valley
He sure know where he is.

Honk, honk, honk
For all the gentlemen and ladies
Out there on the road
Here comes the King of the Road
Who drives a big rig
You watch out what you do
In your little car
With his good vision
He can watch everything on the road
Including your lascivious conduct.

The trucker always says
" I fear, I fear, I fear
Here comes the weigh station
I pray, I pray, I pray
That my log book is up to date
And my load
Is not overweight. "

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