Can you name the truck with four-wheel drive,   Smells like a steak, and seats thirty-five?   Canyonero! Canyonero!   Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down.   It’s the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown.   Canyonero! Canyonero!   Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,   sixty-five tones of American pride!   Canyonero! Canyonero!   Top of the line In utility sports,   Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!   Canyonero! Canyonero!   She blinds everyone with her super high-beams.   She’s a squirrel-squashin’, Dear-smackin’ Drivin’   Machine.   Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!   Whoa, Canyonero! Canyonero!