Lyrics:
Little minnows in the river : kingfish in the deep blue sea
Lord I got a gang of women : trying to get a chance with me
You may think it's all right
a trucking little baby
I tell you about wherever I go
Got a little woman, she's named Irene
She rolls good jelly but she's stingy with me
She's a trucking
racing down the lane
With oily fiery rain
Road train
Twenty-six gears of petrol power
Keep on trucking hour by hour
One man is at the wheel
He's
waitress crying for him
Every hundred miles
If he gets a lotta loving
If he has a lot of smiles
And I asked him if those trucking songs
Tell about
here
We don't need tables and chairs
And making kingfish pies takes much longer now
Without any tables
Particle separation room
Is made with lots
Trucking down by the roadside
Met a man with a starhide
He said boy wouldn't you like to look
But could it give me love
Give me little love
the rent
They call him the kingfish
Everyone else is swimming upstream
Awww the kingfish
He's the symbol of success
With the magic money scheme
Watch out
Hey little squid, come out of the water
Hey sister ray swimming by, how's your day?
Mr kingfish, follow my rapala
Big red snapper
Snap snap away
Hey
never too late
Me and my radio trucking on through the night
Three, five, seven, nine, on a little white line
Single motorway sun coming up with
never too late
Me and my radio trucking on through the night
Three, five, seven, nine, on a little white line
Single motorway sun coming up with
I'm still witcha
I kill, mister! Ain't got no need to build witcha!
I'm the Kingfish, God, I look like Huey
I might cook 'em up like Ratatouille, like
never too late
Me and my radio trucking on through the night
Three, five, seven, nine, on a little white line
Single motorway sun coming up with
Riding round town with all the windows down
Eight track playing all your favorite sounds
The rhythm of the bongos fill the park
The street musicians
Trucking down by the roadside
Met a man with a starhide
He said boy wouldn't you like to look
But could it give me love
Give me little love from her
a genie, Houdini
They feenin' for Casper and Durb
We not anemic, we feed 'em
They see me
Ridin' through the city with my top down
If you talk up, you get
Kingfish on a line
Some people get a kick
Out of making you suffer
You try the patience of the gods
In the heat of a moment's pleasure
And your sad
even hear it
Dead bull with the life from the low
I'll be massive conquistador
Give me soul and show me the door
Metal heavy, soft at the core
around with Borealis
We're space trucking 'round the the stars
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Space
will be done that's why I keep it trucking
Thats why I keep it trucking
Thats why I keep it trucking
Thats why I keep it trucking
Thats why I keep it
to Devon
Trucking 24/7
Down the road
Down the road
Call ya'll find
Him Down the road
Where?
Down the road
Where?
He's trucking on down the road
He had 5
around with Borealis
We're space trucking 'round the the stars
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Space
Everyone in Wyalusing has a truck
And they use their trucks to transport local buck
Which they possibly acquired in the muck
With a little bit
tell you I worked, I worked
Five long years for a woman
And she had the nerve to put me out
You know I got a job at a steel mill
Trucking steel like
Throw a little love till the world stops hurting, keep on, keep on, keep on
Everybody going through a little something something
Sing a little song with
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