I was driving in a fat man's red underwear
When a voice in my head said "Wear high heels."
Well, the baby's cryin', guess I need you here
And it's a half-assed whore so I'm shifting gear

The story:

Jamming old tunes with a guitar buddy. I said "I
don't know the lyrics." He said "Try anyway." I sang
what I heard. He stopped playing and said. "WHAT!?!"
I will never hear that song again without
visualizing a bare-chested, over-amphetamined
trucker in red long johns and high heels speeding
home to his radar love...."