Flat Tire

Clickin' along, headed toward town
Thought nothing was gonna slow me down
Then I had a... Flat tire
Well dang it, I ain't got no spare
It's an inside flat, I ain't goin' nowhere
Not with a flat tire

I work like a dog in the midday sun to get a lug nut off
But it ain't no fun
That son of a gun must have used an air gun
And there ain't one around for miles
I break 19 for an S. O. S
Somebody took a 20 said he'd send some help
But it's been three hours and he ain't here yet
He is late you know, flat tire

Well, I would start walkin' but it'd be my luck
They'd take my load and steal my truck and leave that flat tire
So, I sit on the shoulder with a cold cup of coffee, and a stale bag of Fritos
Just feelin' plum awful, lookin' at a flat tire

And I work like a dog in the midday sun to get a lug nut off
But it ain't no fun
That son of a gun must've used an air gun
And there ain't one around for miles
I break 19 for an S. O. S
Somebody took a 20 said he'd send some help
But it's been three hours and he ain't here yet
He is late you know, flat tire

Flat tire
Well degonit, where is that son of a gun?
Frank break it
How about you lug nut out there
Come on back now
Where is that son?
Break it, break it, lug nut
Ricky get away, Ricky stop that
Bri- Brian, go, tell Preston and put down that
Oh, my knee! Tell'm put down the wrench
Put back on it, sometimes you gotta
Break it, break it, how about your lug nut out there
Exit 109, what, damn better boys