Boroborinsky Brothers, we ship it day and night
Stack em, rack em, pack em
We'll ship it overnight
And if by chance we lose it
We won't collect a fee
We're just a bunch of salty sailors on a concrete sea
I ask my Brother Felix and ask him what he say
I ask him why he smell so good he say Oil of Olay
He love to play the basketball, not good enough for pros
Now he drives the big rigs, that's how the story goes
I ask Brother Oscar, he drive the 18 wheeler
He ship potato peeler, with my wife he coped a feeler
You'd think insurance would protect him
But five trailers he done wrecked em
Wrecked em, wrecked em....