Intro (spoken, CB voice) “Breaker one-nine, anybody got eyes on this joker? He’s eatin’ tacos, textin’ dispatch, and blockin’ Pump Four again…” Verse 1 Got my license from a shack in El Paso, “CDL School” spray-painted on the glass though. Backing test? Instructor snored, I just drove around some traffic cones. Chorus I’m an alien, I’m a steering-wheel holder behind the wheel. I’m an alien, I’m an illegal alien with a CDL. Verse 2 Stop sign’s red but I roll on through, Road sign’s English? Don’t have a clue. Low bridge warning? I duck my head, Trailer’s gone, the bridge is dead. Chorus I’m an alien, Shifting gears I don’t know how to feel. I’m an alien, I’m an illegal alien with a CDL. Verse 3 One hand on tacos, one hand on the phone, WhatsApp buzzing while I swerve off-road. GPS says “Make a legal U-turn,” So I block the freeway and watch it burn. Bridge Breaker one-nine, I don’t understand, CB sounds like a mariachi band. Say “ten-four” when I mean “who knows,” Convoy laughs as I drive too slow. Verse 4 Park in the fuel lane, gone an hour, Truck stop shower, drivers glower. Cab smells like onions, diesel too, Three more guys inside—yeah, we all take turns to cruise. Final Chorus I’m an alien, Running outlaw miles with bald-ass wheels. I’m an alien, I’m an illegal alien with a CDL. Outro (spoken, CB voice) “Uh, copy that… he just skipped the scale again. Cab smells like goat stew, tires smooth as ice, and pretty sure six dudes just climbed out the sleeper. That’s a big ol’ ten-four…”
