Mr. Happy
The stars are brightly shining
it is the night
of our dear saviors birth
Long lay the world
in sin and error pining
'til he appeared
and the soul felt it's worth
The thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks
a new and glorious morn
oh fall on your knees
oh hear the angels voices
oh night divine
oh night when Christ was born
oh holy night
oh night divine
oh holy night
oh night divine
The thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks
a new and glorious morn
Fall on you
Super Slab Showdown
Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that Ogallala?
When outta town come a local clown in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip antenna
We was haulin' a load a' them go-go girls
Truckin' 'em over to O-town
Old boy got on his microphone
Says "How's about a little showdown?"
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out vittles
Swing them heifers and away we go
Wake up, Earl, we gots to race that pile a' junk over ta North Platte city
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he's gonna whip Ol' Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten
"Jes' kiss that Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause when Bessie hits that floatin' gear
"You gonna be eatin' Hereford pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
A trunk full a' cows an' a hood full a' bees
Move it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! C'mon Bessie!
Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
If we don't win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don't break my neck,
We gonna take them cows to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let's give it a whirl.
"That Chevy is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin' the weeds
We definitely was in that Monfort lane.
Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too close
Got a terminal dose a' that good ol' Hereford gas.
Phew!
Hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a buck
She's rollin' the boulevard shakedown
Hot damn, I'm a truckin' man
And I sorta like ta put my foot down
This old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown