I drove a truck all weekend. Wrote a song about it.

Like the title says, I drove a truck all weekend.

I spent Thursday night through late Saturday night in Electra, Texas. I'm convinced it's the land of white pickup trucks.

So as I was headin' back to the big city, the Beatles "Drive My Car" came on the radio. And I tweaked it in Weird-Al fashion.

The original song is about a chick hell-bent on stardome. Sort of. She tells this young dude that he can be her driver. At the end of the song you find out that she doesn't even have a car yet.

So my version is slightly different. A little dirtier. A little scuzzier. A little more ... modern.


"Drive My Truck"

Asked a ho what she wanted to do.
She said, "Baby, I've got something for you.
A little KY and some batteried toys.
Cause you ain't nothing like other boys!"

Baby you can drive my truck.
And if you're lucky then we'll f:)k.
Baby you can drive my truck,
And maybe we'll bone, too.

Then this crazy girl took off my pants.
What she did put me into a deep trance.
"Don't worry baby, this won't take long.
It should end before I finish this song."

Baby you can drive my truck.
And if you're lucky then we'll f:)k.
Baby you can drive my truck,
And maybe we'll bone, too.

Bow chika bow chika wow.

I woke up in a bathtub of ice.
Found that my pleasure cost full price.
Cause now things are kinda weird when I pee
Cause that crazy bitch took my left kidney!

Baby you can drive my truck.
And if you're lucky then we'll f:)k.
Baby you can drive my truck,
And maybe we'll bone, too.

Bow chika bow chika wow.
Bow chika bow chika wow.
Bow chika bow chika wow.
Bow chika bow chika wow.