Sometimes I feel alone in my truck,
I think of that stewardess I’d like to f***,
but it’s not safe to do that you see,
the crew is no longer clean and disease free.

The snowing is blowing against the windshield,
an icy coating makes it sealed,
it’s hard to see through wind and ice,
but f****** that gal would sure be nice.

I know she’s married and she is sick,
but at least she could s*** my d***,
I think I’ll go get a hot chocolate to drink,
my throbbing c*** is on the brink.