Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five. it goes real slow with the hammer down, it's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown.
Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
Sixty five tons of American pride! Top of the line in utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts! She blinds everybody with her super high beams, She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine.