Hit the toad, Mack®.
It ain't jumpin' back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the toad, Mack.
It ain't jumpin' back no more.
What's his name, he who drove?
Mack.
He pumped the pedal to boards, to boards, to boards, to boards.
He's wacko, Mack. . .
Deranged trucker had it floored.

Go slow, man, slow go, man,
Ain't your peepers seen:
There's a greenish-brown creature
On the asphalt's sheen.
I guess it's gonna croak
In more ways than just one. . .old joke (you jerk!)

Hit the road. . . .

Wow! Tasty, it is tasty. When you eat a toad flambé.
The feet are a special treat, they say.
I give 'em a chew, and they're really good,
Yeah, they taste exactly like I thought they would:
A bird whose mate will crow
Each morning—wakes you up to go (to work).

It's a toad snack:
It tastes like bird you adore, adore, adore, adore.
It's a toad snack;
I think I'll go git some more.

I see 'em croaking
(Truckers have got it floored)
I'm gonna stew two or three
(Pedals are to the boards)
Or roast 'em for fast food
(Ain't jumpin' back no more)
They're lean—no fat
(Ain't plump with fat in core)
Oh, a tasty treat!
(I love it much more than pork/stork/boar)
Got a few fryin' for food for me
(Toad makes my taste buds soar)
Gonna eat me a batch
(Gotta go git some more)