Standin' on a corner in Oklahoma City,
Such a sorry sight to see.
It's a cop, my lord, in his black-and-white Ford
Slowin' down to have a laugh at me.
Come on Triple-Ay-ay!
What more can I say?
I gotta know if your tow truck is on the way-ay-ay.

An hour and a half already come and gone,
The asphalt is beginning to fry.
It's a hunnerd-and-ten in the shade, my friend
But at least, you know, the heat is dry.
Come on Triple-Ay-ay!
Will you make it here today?
You gotta load my Saturn up and haul it away-ay-ay.

You can't walk or hitch a ride
And leave a car on a hot roadside.
You need a streetmap? Need a guide?
Come on Triple-Ay-ay!

Now I'm sittin' on a curb in Oklahoma City,
Is this the last thing that I'll see:
It's the tow-truck man, loading up my sedan.
Hey, send the paramedics back for me.
Come on Triple-Ay-ay!
Use my cell phone, it's OK.
Just tell 'em heat-stroke took the man, it ain't my day-ay-ay.