Beat Farmers Big Ugly Wheels
My baby drives a Peterbilt
It's 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 comеs home once a month
Her mustachе 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
