Sung loosely to the tune of Leavin’ on a Jet Plane:
Well our girl’s knocked up, in San Diego
Her due date’s past, we’re ready to go
We’ve been waiting for the panicked phone call, for endless weeeeks
The truck’s all packed, the gas tank’s topped
Aside from peeing, there won’t be stops
I’m hoping my new fuzz-buster, can get us there quiiick
Cause we’re leeevin, to San Diego
We’re not sure when we’ll be back again
I hope she can wait, until the mooooorn
It’s another day, the sun has rose
My wife’s so tired, she’s totally hosed
I wish my darling daughter, would have thiiiiis kid
Cause our shiiiiit’s packed, in a red truck
Don’t know when we’re coming back again
Oh no, I heard the phone riiiing