I'm drivin' a truck.
Drivin' a big ol' truck.
Pedal to the metal, hope I don't run out of luck.
Rollin' down the highway until the break of dawn.
Drivin' a truck with my high heels on.

My diesel rig is northward bound.
It's time to put that hammer down.
Just watchin' as the miles go flyin' by.
I'm ridin' twenty tons of steel.
But it's sure hard to hold the wheel
while I'm still waiting for my nails to dry.

Oh, I always gotta check my lipstick in that rear view mirror,
and my pink angora sweater fits so tight.
I'm jammin' gears and haulin' freight.
Well, I sure hope my seams are straight.
Lord, don't let my mascara run tonight.

Because I'm drivin' a truck.
Drivin' a big ol' truck.
Smokey's on my tail, and my accelerator's stuck.
Got these eighteen wheels a rollin' until the break of dawn.
Drivin' a truck with my high heels on.

Oh, I don't mind when my crotchless panties creep right up on me.
And my nipple rings don't bother me too much.
But when I hit those big speed bumps,
my darling little rhinestone pumps
keep slippin' off the mother-lovin' clutch.

But still I'm drivin' a truck.
Drivin' a big ol' truck.
Headin' down the interstate, just tryin' to make a buck.
Wearin' feather boas with sequins and chiffon,
while I'm drivin' a truck with my high heels on.

I'm drivin' a truck.
Drivin' a truck.
Got a load to carry and some eyebrows left to pluck.
And I'm late for my appointment down at the hair salon.
So I'll be drivin' a truck with my high heels on.