Check out the boom-chick in the parking lot - Love and diesel fumes are in the air. Tattoos and cigarettes, oh, man, she’s hot! Industrial peroxide tints her hair Like rainbows in a toxic fuel-oil spill. Her waist is a rockin’ forty-four, A pavement Venus posed before the grill Of a Peterbilt outside the truckers’ store. How can the lovestruck swain lure her to his cab? Persuade her to give him her innocent all? A ripped-shirt display of a manly ab? Wait - what’s that machine on the restroom wall?
Cool dude, you’ll never have to truck alone If you scent yourself with restroom cologne.