Clickin' along, headed toward town Thought nothing was gonna slow me down Then I had a... Flat tire Well dang it, I ain't got no spare It's an inside flat, I ain't goin' nowhere Not with a flat tire I work like a dog in the midday sun to get a lug nut off But it ain't no fun That son of a gun must have used an air gun And there ain't one around for miles I break 19 for an S. O. S Somebody took a 20 said he'd send some help But it's been three hours and he ain't here yet He is late you know, flat tire ♪ Well, I would start walkin' but it'd be my luck They'd take my load and steal my truck and leave that flat tire So, I sit on the shoulder with a cold cup of coffee, and a stale bag of Fritos Just feelin' plum awful, lookin' at a flat tire And I work like a dog in the midday sun to get a lug nut off But it ain't no fun That son of a gun must've used an air gun And there ain't one around for miles I break 19 for an S. O. S Somebody took a 20 said he'd send some help But it's been three hours and he ain't here yet He is late you know, flat tire Flat tire Well degonit, where is that son of a gun? Frank break it How about you lug nut out there Come on back now Where is that son? Break it, break it, lug nut Ricky get away, Ricky stop that Bri- Brian, go, tell Preston and put down that Oh, my knee! Tell'm put down the wrench Put back on it, sometimes you gotta Break it, break it, how about your lug nut out there Exit 109, what, damn better boys