Five in the morning, she would fix my lunch Put it in a paper sack Where I’m headed, I always appreciate it But I’d rather stay married to my hack
I move like the breeze, and the birds and the bees That I’ve never been known to look back I got fifteen women and all of them swimming But I’d rather stay married to my hack
I move fifteen miles every minute, I’m all smiles I shoot by my sister’s shack She’s got some friend who waves at men, a fine little hen But I’d rather stay married to my hack
I got twelve-wheel drive and an oversized hive And air-cooled brakes in the back Candy McGraft’s always good for a laugh But I’d rather stay married to my hack
I got a pedal to hit and an engine that won’t quit And a carburetor that won’t crack Maureen and Milly, they’re a little silly But there’s nothing that they do lack
I got loose-eyed ladies who never seen a man Just waiting around the back Gimme a bottle or someone to throttle Cause I’d rather stay married to my hack