Hellfish - Rubberduck Throwdown lyrics

O, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming

I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully

America, America

America, fuck yeah!
Comin' again to save the motherfuckin' day, yeah!
Terrorists, your game is through,
'Cause now you have to answer to
America, fuck yeah!
So lick my butt and suck on my balls
America, fuck yeah!

Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, for sure, for sure
By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town, come on
Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there
Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pulling logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy hauling hogs
We is heading for bear on I-one-oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town
I says, Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer down

Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck
And, you wanna back off them hogs?

Alright team, that's it, we've got a job to

By the time we got into Tulsa Town
We had eighty-five trucks in all
But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears was wall-to-wall
Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says, calling all trucks, this here's the Duck
We about to go a-hunting bear

Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen?
Negatory, Pig Pen, you're still too close, yeah, them
Fuck yeah!

Well, we rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em setting on the scales
By the time we hit that Chi-town
Them bears was a-getting smart
They'd brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps
And rigs of every size
Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
An eleven long-haired Friends a Jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus

Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over
Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster? Listen
You wanna put that micro-bus in behind that suicide jockey?

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a dog-goned dime
I says, Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says let them truckers roll, 10-4

Truckers roll
Let them truckers roll

'Cause we got a mighty convoy
We got a mighty - fuck yeah!
We got a mighty convoy
Went for

Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what's your twenty?
Omaha?
Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there for sure
Well, mercy
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen?
Yeah, them hogs is starting to close up