One For the Road (Or, Redneck Piggly Wiggly

At precisely 6:45 each morning the house, it starts to shake I don't need a clock Oh no, for godness sake... Big Ol' Redneck Piggly Wiggly goes roaring off to war I thing I'd rather listen To seven people snore His truck must use a jet-engine And top grade jet fuel too Just where he works I wonder But i think I have a clue When he comes home I go just as insane... He roars in like a 747 Landing on that tiny landing lane Lumberjack? Hunter on attack? Construction worker who needs no tool. I'm sure he could lift a jetliner Or maybe I'm again the fool I'm rather sure, I swear I'd bet my derriere No Maitre' D is he... No Physicist do I there see Not an MD, mailman, or salesman...unless he sells chopped wood... Maybe a Moonshiner perhaps, Now that'd be oh so good I'm ashamed to talk this way Cause I'm no dandy either Imagine what he'll say Of me, no I can't either... Don't judge a TV show By critics who critique They often don't really know And I guess that's not unique They've never watched I know Just ad-lib it as they go... I think I'd better end this silly, silly rhyme I don't know why I do it I just do it all the time I hope you're not too mad If I seem to have a cause,..mm...mm And that I didn't show myself to be one with adnauseam...