My New Truck

There's a key, in my pocket

There's a road, out my door

There's a rig in, my driveway

Much bigger than

The one I had before

There no Pepsi, in the change hole

For my quarters, to get stuck

There's no French fries, on the dashboard

Of my new truck

I've got diesel, fired horses

But they still do, pack a punch

I got a mini, frigerator

For when I take my lunch

All my friends are green with envy

When they see all this stuff

There's a version of, home depot

In my new truck

My woman won't drive it!

Not that monstermobile

But that's okay with me anyway

I'd rather be behind the wheel

So I take her, out to dinner

To a fancy, new cafe

When she orders steak and lobster

I throw my cares away

No it isn't, 'bout the money

What's a paltry hundred bucks

When I think of what I paid for

My new truck

I'll be workin', til i'm 80

In my new truck