| I live for fast women, fast food, and fast trucks |
| Tonight I'm intending to try out my luck |
| Like a wiley ol' dingo, I'm out on the prowl |
| They call me Ol' Dingo, it's my night to howl |
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| The ol' Mack is standing in the depot tonight |
| Her motor is cooling, and the time is just right |
| For her restless old driver to get on the booze |
| And to raise merry hell––hey, there's nothin' to lose |
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| The load has been heavy, the road has been long |
| Ol' Mack has been singing her travelin' song |
| My ears are still ringing to the ol' diesel tune |
| Hey, Ol' Dingo is itchin', yes Ol' Dingo's itchin' |
| To howl at the moon |
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| And there's dust on her tires, there's dust in my throat |
| And here in my hand are some pretty big notes |
| And there's a cute little barmaid, a blonde with nice legs |
| There's rum in the bottle, and there's beer in the kegs |
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| Oh, I live for fast women, fast food, and fast trucks |
| And tonight I'm intending to spend all my luck |
| Like a wiley ol' dingo, I'm out on the prowl |
| They call me Ol' Dingo, it's my night to howl |
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| The load has been heavy, the road has been long |
| Ol' Mack has been singing her travelin' song |
| My ears are still ringing to the ol' diesel tune |
| Hey, Ol' Dingo is itchin', yes Ol' Dingo's itchin' |
| To howl at the moon |
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| The bottle is empty, my note's in the till |
| Ol' Dingo is feeling decidedly ill |
| The barmaid's gone home to her husband and kids |
| And Ol' Romeo Dingo's been put on the skids |
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| Yeah, I live for fast women, fast food, and fast trucks |
| Tonight I've just managed to spend all my luck |
| Now wiley Ol' Dingo slinks back to his lair |
| To sleep 'neath the trailer with no one to care |
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| Hey, the load has been heavy, the road has been long |
| Ol' Mack has been singing her travelin' song |
| But my ears are still ringing the ol' diesel tune |
| Hey, Ol' Dingo is itchin', yes Ol' Dingo's itchin' |
| To howl at the moon |
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| Yes, Ol' Dingo's itchin', Ol' Dingo's itchin' |
| To howl at the moon |
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