Cool ranch on his fingers, man seed in his hair
Warm smell of fumunda, rising up through the air
There he sits looking pretty, shimmering in the night
My head grew fuzzy as I looked at him
I had to have him tonight
There he stood in the doorway;
I had to make the sell
And I was thinking to myself
I am in heaven ravaging him like hell
Then he lit up like a candle, when I promised to pay
There were voices from men’s room
I know I heard them say

Solly works a truck stop in California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place
With his stained up face
Go to the men’s room at a truck stop in California
You are sure to hear (you are sure to hear)
You can find it here

His mind is infinitely twisted, my look how he bends
He has a lot of pretty, pretty toys he calls friends
Now watch the dance in the first stall, he’s gonna make you sweat.
You have to remember, you pay for what you get

So I took a shot of the Captain,
Had a sip of wine
He said, “You’re gonna get lucky tonight, like the Mets in sixty nine”
And still the smell will never quite go away
You can wash yourself as much as you like
But they still will say….

Solly works a truck stop in California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place
With his stained up face
Go to the men’s room at a truck stop in California
You are sure to hear (you are sure to hear)
Try him on for size

The bathroom paint is peeling
Smell stale fried rice
And he said “Want a Cleveland steamer now, leave here smelling nice”
And in the dirty bathroom stall
He knelt before the beast
They stab him with their fleshy knives,
But they just can’t find release

Last thing I remember, he was
Shouting at me for more
Dug my nails into his back
Called him a filthy little whore
‘Relax’, said the Joo man
‘I am ready for your seed
You can pull-out any time you like
I am ready to receive!’