Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down,
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown,
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Hey, hey!
Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
Sixty five tons of American pride!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Top of the line in utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
She blinds everybody with her super high beams,
She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine,
Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!
Whoa, Canyonero! Whoooooaaaa!
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"You're damn right, I'm gonna be pissed off! I bought that pig at Pink Floyd's yard sale!"
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