[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 looks like we got us a problem.
to the left; bears to the right We have no place to go. They had us up clean to the shore, And cab-over Petes don't float. I says, "Pig Pen, I got me a idea. Friends a' Jesus gonna save us! "So praise the and Mister Ford, And follow micra-bus, ten-four.
[Now, imagine a bunch of rowdy pirates -- the buccaneer type, not software -- the Chorus.]
Yo ho ho, and a thousand Gonna take a bath with a Duck Yo ho ho, and a a' luck the world with the Rubber Ducky!
Yeah, we drove on the like diesel whales about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no "They definitely ten-seven." By the we got into that Piccadilly Town, 'Bout half of 'em was at sea I says, "Break for a ten-thirty-three" What we got was the BBC
[Spoken, in a sorta accent] I say, Fabersham. Looks the Americans have got themselves another bloody Convoy.
Yo ho ho, and a trucks Gonna take a bath a Rubber Duck Yo ho ho, and a a' luck the world with the Rubber Ducky!
[Spoken, in the same British accent] Good heavens! Look at them all! Half of 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 on glass And stormed the beach dawn I says, "Grab shifters and punch 13 "We all goin' on the Autobahn. "Now, Pig Pen, this the ultimate slab "'Cause there a Mercedes truck." He says, "Break one-three for the Strudel "Ya just blew the off'n the Duck. How 'bout it?"
[Spoken, in a 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 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. what they're singing.]
Well, we stopped for a coffee in Berlin Dumb, dumb, dumb. is The had hundred-mile tea dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. I says, "Pig Pen, from on it's wall-to-wall bears." Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, Says, "Bash the Wall; we see." Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. Well, them big red bears must'a in the bush Dumb, dumb, dumb. is we didn't see a one all day Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, So we raked up the leaves and we out the tree Dumb, dumb, dumb. is 'Til they finally had to say Dumb, dumb, dumb. You got it..
[Spoken in a bad accent. A really bad... you know the rest.] Comrade Duck: you have been given until daybreak in Murmansk to get your trucks out of the U. S. S. of R. You will copy!
[That 'dumb' continues.] Well, we shot them rigs through city Dumb, With a hammer and a on down Dumb, we hit the fan through the Sea of Japan Dumb, Tooled Transistor Town Dumb, I says, "Pig Pen, this must be the place, Dumb, "'Cause everybody's eatin' sticks." Dumb, He says, "Ten-Four, this is CB land Dumb, "'Cause my knob just went crick." Dumb,
[Spoken in a bad Japanese (fill in the blank)] Ah so, Lubba Duck. You have a day today, betta day tomollow. We catch you on frip-frop. This one Kamikaze Ozzie; we gone. Sayonara.
Yo ho ho, and a thousand Gonna take a bath a Lubba Duck Yo ho ho, and a rots a' the world with a Lubba Ducky!
[Obviously, poritical collectness hadn't yet the U. S. of A. :)]
[On the CB.] Ah, ten-four, Pig Pen, what's 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.