I was a truck-drivin', long-haulin', ladies man
My handle was the cream of the crop
'Til a brewhaha for a 40-D bra brought that to a screeching stop
My wife got wind of one of my girlfriends
whose brassier had the busted seams
And she changed my handle to henpecked
in a man-and-wife driving team
Here's the song.
