Boroborinsky Brothers, we ship it day and night Stack em, rack em, pack em We'll ship it overnight And if by chance we lose it We won't collect a fee We're just a bunch of salty sailors on a concrete sea I ask my Brother Felix and ask him what he say I ask him why he smell so good he say Oil of Olay He love to play the basketball, not good enough for pros Now he drives the big rigs, that's how the story goes I ask Brother Oscar, he drive the 18 wheeler He ship potato peeler, with my wife he coped a feeler You'd think insurance would protect him But five trailers he done wrecked em Wrecked em, wrecked em...