It ain't true what they say
I ain't what they think I am
Oh woah
Truck driving man, truck driving man
I ain't no truck driving man
It ain't true what they say
But I don't care what they think
Oh no
Truck driving man, truck driving man
I ain't no truck driving man
Sitting sissy cross-legged singing silly sissy songs
Fussy fruity fancy footwork, prancing in sarongs
Twenty three kings crossing and uncrossing legs in kilts
Twenty three blind deaf mute clowns parade on spearmint stilts
Tide's in, sun's down, driftwood is floating away
Bubbles rising, something's kicking, out of reach and sinking down
Vertical 2 x 4's fly by my head and shatter into the wall
Undertakers gather round and get me ready for the underground
Take your makeup and magic fluids and gussy me up for my solitude
No, I can't take it with me, so I might leave it with you
No, I can't take it with me
Undertaker take your purse and stuff it full from the back of the hearse
Fill your coffers with the coffins you carry and dump my body at the cemetary
No, I can't take it with me, so I might as well leave it to you
No, I can't take it with me