Bud Brewer - Big Bertha, The Truck Driving Queen | Текст песни

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• Bud Brewer
• Big Bertha, The Truck Driving Queen

Bertha, Bertha, Bertha, that truck drivin' queen

I was ridin' my thumb out across the State
A truck pulled up and hit them big air brakes
Right outside of Abilene
Met Big Bertha, the truck drivin' queen

She shook my hand and put her glove back on
Jumped on the gears like a dog on a bone
A wad of chaw tabacca bulgin' in her mouth
Grabbed a handful of wheel and whipped that big truck South

Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen
Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen

At eighty miles an hour I was really gettin' scared
It's hard to believe that she was still grabbin' gears
The speedometer read a hundred and three
She missed the stick and grabbed my knee

Well I closed my eyes, afraid to look
Prayin' for the minute I'd come outta that truck
She let out a howl and said, "Looky here, Shug
I'm gonna knock the ears off the dog on the hood"

Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen
Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen

She had one arm against my chin
Shoved so hard she cut off my wind
She said, "Little fellah, I'm lookin' for a man
And I'm gonna git him anyway that I can"

Then the truck started spittin' and it came to a stop
I jumped to the ground and started yellin' for a cop
Wanted him to save me from the lovin' charms
Of this man-sized woman with man-sized arms

Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen
Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen

Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen
Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha the truck drivin' queen

Oh, Big Bertha, Bertha.........FADE