Can you name the [bad word] with four wheel drive,
Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?
Canyonero! Canyonero!

Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down,
It's the country-fried [bad word] endorsed by a clown,
Canyonero! Canyonero!

Hey, hey!

Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
Sixty five tons of American pride!
Canyonero! Canyonero!

Top of the line in utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
Canyonero! Canyonero!

She blinds everybody with her super high beams,
She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine,
Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!

Whoa, Canyonero! Whoooooaaaa!