Cruisin’ cross the USA, takin’ in the land
Wider than a Cadillac, longer than a van
Capacity 16 children, four tubes of old toothpaste
Three tanks for the gasoline, two tanks for the waste
Mom and Dad in the front seat, country on the radio,
Tim and Jim at the table, rock on the stereo
Sue and Lou in the backroom, trumpet and clarinet
Sissy’s still in the bathroom, Junior’s pants are wet
Chorus
The modern cowhands ride in velvet saddles
On horses made of fiberglass they fly
Air-conditioned covered wagons cross the prairie
The pioneering spirit never dies
The tenters watch with wonder, the bikers are afraid
The rangers take their aspirin, the animals run away
The truckers see a road block, the wagons see a wall
The compacts see a mountain, the horses see a stall
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From Jersey to Miami without stopping
From Texas to Alaska in one day
The stories of these heroes are astounding
The tickets and the tolls they had to pay
So if you’re out there cruisin’ on a U.S. Interstate
And you see that great white wonder, please make no mistake
On the road there is no justice, might always makes right
The suburban yacht is the king of the road, so you’d better get that right

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