Beat Farmers

My baby drives a Peterbilt
Its wheels are big and mean
Stack pipes fill the air with smoke
She's proud of that machine

I met her in El Centro
In the men's room of a bar
We consummated our relationship
In the front seat of my car

Well, Big Ugly Wheels
Rollin' on down the line,
Big Ugly Wheels
Draggin' that gal of mine home
Well I should have let her roam

Motor life is so sinful
Her home is on the road
Each night she's with another truck stop man
Who's carryin' a heavy load

She wants me to be true to her
She comes home once a month
Her mustache caked with vomit
And teeth marks on her butt

Well, Big Ugly Wheels
Rollin' on down the line,
Big Ugly Wheels
Draggin' that gal of mine home
Well I should have let her roam