The road rolls out in front of me
Like a red carpet made of black asphalt
The cup holders filled to the rim
With two sixty ounce drinks that we just bought
With pride and resort we carry out one task
That's to get our grub on all across this land
Our sense of smell is like a gps
And our taste buds are tuned like a baby thrand
The hazards of our quest are many
But, we got a hunch that we'll be ready
For food drinks and good times
Two guys with a knife and fork (unknown lyric)
Cuz, food doesnt like pork rinds
It's the Alka Seltzer Great American Road Trip