Wish, I was back on the bayou
Rollin’ with some Cajun Queen
Wishin’ I were a fast freight train
Just a chooglin’ on down to New Orleans
Cajun moon, where does your power lie
As you move across the southern sky
You took my babe way too soon
What have you done, Cajun moon
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today
Tomarrow, tomarrow,
I love you, tomarrow,
You’re only a day away…
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Two kids who followed all the rules, yester-fools
And now, now it seems those yester-dreams were just a cruel
And foolish game we used to play
Yester-me, yester-you, yester-day
School days, school days
Dear old golden rule days
Reading and writing’ and ‘rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hickory stick
Up in the mornin’ and out to school
The teacher is teachin’ the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You studyin’ hard and hopin’ to pass
Workin’ your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won’t leave you alone
When I see the 5 o’clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna grow up
I’m a Toys-R-Us kid
There’s a million things at Toys-R-Us
That I can play with
[or, at least, there used to be…]
You’re not only cuddly toy that was ever enjoyed by any boy.
You’re not the only choo-choo train that was left out in the rain,
The day after Santa came.
You’re not the only cherry delight that was left out in the night,
And gave up without a fight.
You’re not the only cuddly toy that was ever enjoyed by any boy.
Baby, let me be your lovin’ Teddy Bear…
The old CB was blarin’ away on Channel 1-9
When there came a little boy’s voice on the radio line
And he said breaker 1-9 is anyone there
Come on back truckers and talk to Teddy Bear
I keyed the mike and I said you got it Teddy Bear
And the little boy’s voice came back on the air
Appreciate the breaker who we got on that end
I told him my handle and then he began
And he said,
“Ten-four, back door. Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar.
Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure.”
Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there’s beer in Texarcana.
And we’ll bring it back no matter what it takes.
Well, we rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets,
And left ‘em settin’ on the scales.
By the time we hit that Chi-town,
Them bears was a-gettin’ smart:
They’d brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard.
There’s armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps,
And rigs of ev’ry size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was full’a bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin’ trucks
An’ eleven long-haired Friends a’ Jesus
In a chartreuse micro-bus.
Truckin’, up to Buffalo. Been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin’ on.
Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in.
I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas,
It was a little place called Hamburger Dan’s
And I heard that old jukebox a-playin’,
A song about a truck drivin’ man
I’m a truck driving vampire
I only drive by night,
I’m a truck driving vampire
Undead but not uptight
I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel,
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel–
It’s my baby callin’, says I need you here,
And it’s a half past four and I’m shiftin’ gear.