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Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Big Ben, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Big Ben, for sure, for sure. By golly, it's clean clear to Tuga Town, c'mon. Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Big Ben, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...

 Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of Elune 
 In a Fairlane pullin' logs 
 Cab over Packer with a reefer on 
 And a Charon haulin' grogs
 We is headin' for bear on the clockwise lay
 'Bout a klick outta Shaky Town 
 I says, "Big Ben, this here's Rubber Duck. 
 And I'm about to put the hammer down." 

 [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 push this truckin' convoy 
 'Cross the whole Slipstream. 
 Convoy! 

 [On the CB]

Ah, breaker, Big Ben, this here's the Duck. And, you wanna back off them grogs? Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five klicks or so. Ten, roger. Them grogs is gettin' in-tense up here.

 By the time we got past Tuxy Town, 
 We had eighty-five planes in all. 
 But they's a checkpoint up on the widow's cliff
 And them bears was wall-to-wall. 
 Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bomber;
 They even had a crown on the ground!
 I says, "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck. 
 "We about to go a-huntin' bear." 

 [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 push this truckin' convoy 
 'Cross the whole Slipstream. 
 Convoy! 

 [On the CB]

Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Big Ben? Negatory, Big Ben; you're still too close. Yeah, them grogs is startin' to close up my intakes. Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten.

 Well, we powered through the Bengal Strait
 Like a rocket sled on rails. 
 We tore up all of our swindle sheets, 
 And left 'em settin' on the scales. 
 By the time we hit that Shiny-town, 
 Them bears was a-gettin' smart: 
 They'd brought up some reinforcements 
 From the Cascadian National Guard. 
 There's armored crawler tanks, and ships,
 And rigs of ev'ry size. 
 Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears 
 And derploons filled the skies. 
 Well, we shot the line and we went for broke 
 With a thousand screamin' trucks 
 An' eleven long-haired Friends a' Jessel
 In a chartreuse Tar-a-sus. 

 [On the CB]

Ah, Rubber Duck to Cloudbuster, come over. Yeah, 10-4, Cloudbuster? Lissen, you wanna put that Tarsus in behind that suicide jockey? Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get.

 Well, we laid a strip for the Salgar shore 
 And prepared to push a stall
 I could see the pass was lined with bears 
 But I didn't have a dog-goned tal.
 I says, "Big Ben, this here's the Rubber Duck. 
 We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll." 
 So we crashed the slate doing one-twenty-eight 
 I says "Let them truckers roar, 10-4." 

 [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 push this truckin' convoy 
 'Cross the whole Slipstream. 

 Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Big Ben, what's your twenty? 
 Convoy! THRACION? Well, they oughta know what to do with them grogs out there for sure. Well, mercy 
 Convoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your... 
 Convoy! tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. 
 Convoy! We gone. 'Bye, 'bye.