[Spoken Intro: Trucker]
“Hey kid, you looking for a lift? …Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?”

[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin

[Verse 2: Roger Waters, (Trucker)]
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing, she's going crazy
(Women are like that, kid, what the hell can you do?)
She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
(“I saw a program about that on TV, heh…”)

[Verse 3: Roger Waters, (Man)]
Ship
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad – me (Me!)
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone – me (Me!)
While you were asleep
(“It was me… I did”)
I kept you in buttons and bows
(“Christ, all those clothes!”)
So you could encourage this creep
[Verse 4: Roger Waters, (Trucker)]
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
(“Get moving, get off the road, ya God damn faggot!”)
And compromise

[Outro: Roger Waters, (Trucker)]
I'd like to go on with this bit of the song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on
But I'm gonna throw up
(“Not in my rig you don't boy… Get the hell out of here!)