Writing The Same Song Over Again

Blow another fuse and spark a citizen band
If I'm short on the dough I'm eating sardines again
When it's 32 degrees you know the road's gonna freeze
Put another quarter in the Sinbad machine
Cause the highway's iced over and I just can't drive tonight

And I'll be writing that same song over again
Writing the same song over again
Writing the same song over and over again

I got a lady and a baby and they're waitin' for me alone
But there's a crucifix up on the highway
That means another trucker never made it homе

Off the Eastern seaboard to thе LA smog
If I got a load of produce or I got a load of hogs
Or a portable parking lot stacked with mini-vans
Run off the road, they'll just be recycled cans
Cause I got the flipper fever gonna tilt her, gonna cheat her tonight

And I'll be writing that same song over again
Writing the same song over again
Writing the same song over and over again

Writing that same song over again
Writing that same song over again
Writing that same song over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again