[Trucker:} 'Hey kid, you looking for a lift? Get on up here How's it going good buddy?' I nailed ducks to the wall Kept my heart in dark ruins I built bungalows over the hills Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin Took my girl to the country To sleep out under the moon Next thing she's going crazy [Trucker:] 'Women are like that kid What the hell can you do?' She waits for the real Mr. Right to come Gently removing her heart With his promises of real communication [Trucker:] 'I saw a program about that on TV, heh' Who's always picking up the tab Who built a bungalow for his momma and dad Me..... Who took you out to all the shows Who worked his fingers to the bone Me.... While you were asleep [Jade:] 'It was me...I did!' I kept you in buttons and bows [Jade:] 'Christ! All those clothes! So you could encourage this creep [Hick:] 'With that program I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars.' With his neat feet And his clean fingernails With his wise but twinkling eyes He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt [Trucker:] 'Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot.' And compromise I'd like to go on with this bit of a song Describing this schmuck I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up [Trucker:] 'Not in my rig you don't boy Get the hell out of here.