© Dan Reich, 2003

I’ve got to drive, drive, drive that big ol’ thing
And I will thrive, thrive, thrive, on the road I’m king
And I’ll survive, vive, vive with nary a ding
If I just drive, drive, drive that big ol’thing

I’m an American and when I’m at the wheel
I like the safety of 6000 pounds of steel
If I should hit someone who only has a car
They will be the one to die ‘cause that’s the way things are

I’ve got the awesome power to take me to the heights
I’ve got the great big tires and chrome bars on my lights
I’ve got the cargo room to haul the biggest load
But I’m afraid I’ll scratch it up if I go off the road

I sit up nice and high with a commanding view
Of all those little cars with little folks like you
Complaining that they cannot see well shove it up your ass
Even if you sold your car you couldn’t buy my gas

Dan Reich – lead vocals, acoustic guitar
Joe Paulino – drums, background vocals, character voice, sfx
Michael Woods – electric guitar
John Gomes – bass, background vocals
Anne Nachtrieb Zesiger - background vocals