By the time we hit that Shy 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 every size
Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well, we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screamin’ trucks
And eleven long haired Friends of Jesus
In a Chartreuse microbus

Yeah, Rubber Duck ’tis Sod Buster
C’mon there
Yeah, Ten-Four Sod Buster
Listen, you wanna put that microbus
In behind that suicide jockey
Yeah, he’s haulin’ dynamite
And he needs all the help he can get

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