Lyrics
All my CB tells me they went and started World War III
Now listen here, trucker, them missiles don't scare me
The blacktop's boilin' and flowin' like a river
But I gotta load that, I gotta deliver it to the trucks down
At the end of the world
They got a cute little waitress with the subatomic thighs
Pourin' coffee that glows, servin' radioactive fries
My buddy beside me turned red, white, and blue
He saluted the flag and then he faded from view
He went fishin', nuclear fishin' at the end of the world
Sorry, trucker, but you can't go back
They just hit Chicago with a sneak attack
L.A. and Frisco are nothin' but great big holes
I don't know about you, but I'm gonna make it
I got my rig wound up, and we're gonna take it to the truck stop
At the end of the world
Don't worry about the scales, boys, they're readin' in megatons
And dust them lights, we got a brand-new midnight sun
Well, I just passed one of them R.R.B. campers
Ma and Pa are puttin' baby into lead-lined pampers
They got a hook-up down there at the end of the world
There's a mass of twisted steel where the city's used to stayin'
And a foul green haze settled in over the lane
There ain't nothin' left under that poison gas
But some crusty old truckers, and we're all haulin' ass
To the truck stop at the end of the world
Sorry, trucker, but you can't go back
They just hit Chicago with a sneak attack
New York and D.C. is one big steamin' hole
I don't know about you, but I'm gonna make it
I got my rig wound up, and we're gonna take it
To the truck stop at the end of the world
Down to the truck stop at the end of the world
Sorry, trucker, but you can't go back
They just hit Chicago with a sneak attack
L.A. and Frisco are nothin' but great big holes
I don't know about you, but I'm gonna make it
I got my rig wound up, and we're gonna take it to the truck stop
At the end of the world
Down to the truck stop at the end of the world
Ah, nuke me a couple of reeds there, Mike, yeah
Say, "Does seem right in here to you?"
Hey, Cody, your rig's falling
So is your eggs, huh? Huh?
WWW.FREE. I hope W is happy
That's a fuckin' blow
Written by: Bill Kirchen, George Frayne