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Fly's Car Songs...
ONE PIECE AT A TIME
Johnny Cash Well, I left Kentucky back in '49 An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadil-lacs Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry 'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black. One day I devised myself a plan That should be the envy of most any man I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand. CHORUS I'd get it one piece at a time And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive ever'body wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is a-round. So the very next day when I punched in With my big lunchbox and with help from my friends I left that day with a lunch box full of gears Now I never considered myself a thief But GM wouldn't miss just one little piece Especially if I strung it out over several years. The first day I got me a fuel pump And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome The little things I could get in my big lunchbox Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home. Now up to now my plan went allright 'Til we tried to put it all together one night And that's when we noticed that something was definitely wrong. The transmission was a '53 And the motor turned out to be a '73 And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone. So we drilled it out so that it would fit And with a little bit of help with an A-daptor kit We had that engine runnin' just like a song Now the headlight' was another sight We had two on the left and one on the right But when we pulled out the switch all three of 'em come on. The back end looked kinda funny too But we put it together and when we got thru Well, that's when we noticed that we only had one tail-fin About that time my wife walked out And I could see in her eyes that she had her doubts But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin." So we drove up town just to get the tags And I headed her right on down main drag I could hear ever'body laughin' for blocks around But up there at the court house they didn't laugh 'Cause to type it up it took the whole staff And when they got through the title weighed sixty pounds. CHORUS I got it one piece at a time And it didn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive ever'body wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. (Spoken) Ugh! Yow, RED RYDER This is the COTTON MOUTH In the PYSCHO-BILLY CADILLAC Come on Huh, This is the COTTON MOUTH And negatory on the cost of this mow-chine there RED RYDER You might say I went right up to the factory And picked it up, it's cheaper that way Ugh!, what model is it Well, It's a '49, '50, '51, '52, '53, '54, '55, '56 '57, '58' 59' Automo- bile (Fade) It's a '60, '61, '62, '63, '64, '65, '66, '67 '68, '69, '70 Automo- bile. |
Fear Factory and Gary Numan - Cars
Here in my car I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors It's the only way to live In cars Here in my car I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days In cars Here in my car The image breaks down Will you visit me please If I open my door In cars Here in my car I know I've started to think About leaving tonight Although nothing seems right In cars I know I've started to think I know I've started to think |
You know he tries to pick up the ladies with it.
GET OUTTA MY DREAMS, GET INTO MY CAR BILLY OCEAN Hey you, get in to my car Who me? Yes you, get in to my car Wooooooooooooooh. Wah! Yeah! Who's that lady Coming down the road Who's that lady Who's that woman Walking through my door What's the score I'll be the sun Shining on you Hey Cinderella Step in your you I'll be your non-stop lover Get it while you can Your non-stop miracle I'm your man Get outta my dreams Get in to my car Get outta my dreams Get in the back seat baby Get in to my car Beep beep, yeah Get outta my mind Get into my life Oooooooooh Oh I said hey (Hey) you (You) Get in to my car Oh baby Lady driver Let me take your wheel Smooth operator Touch my bumper (Bumper) Hey, let's make a deal Make it real Like a road runner Coming after you Just like a hero Outta the blue I'll be your non-stop lover Get it while you can Your non-stop miracle I'm your man REPEAT CHORUS Oh baby, let's go I said open the door (Get in the back) Tread on the floor (Get on the track) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Let's go Ooooh, woooow, yeah I'll be the sun Shining on you Hey Cinderella Step in your shoe I'll be your non'stop lover Get it while you can Your non-stop miracle I'm your man Get outta my... Get outta my... Woooooooooooooh Get outta my dreams |
Ode To My Car
Here we go Piece of shit car I got a piece of shit car That fuckin' pile of shit Never gets me very far My car's a big piece of shit 'Cause the shocks are fucking shot And my seatbelt's fucking broken I got to tie it in a knot (It's a piece of shit) I can't see through the windshield 'Cause it's got a big fucking' crack And the interior smells real bad 'Cause my friend puked in the back (It's a piece of shit) (Piece of shit car) Piece of shit car (He's got a piece of shit car) It sucks royal dick (That fuckin' pile of shit) 100% crap (Never gets him very far) Oh fuck you car It's got no CD player, it only got the 8-track Whoever designed my car can lick my sweaty nut sack (They can bite his ass too) And I got no fuckin' brakes I'm always way out of control Eleven times a day I hear "Hey, watch it asshole" (You fuckin' piece of shit) (Piece of shit car) I got piece of shit car (He got a piece of shit car) Diesel gas sucks my ass (That fuckin' pile of shit) That pile of metal shit (Never gets him very far) Oh what the fuck did I do What the fuck did I do What the fuck did I do To get stuck with you You're too wide for drive-thru And you smell like the shoe But I'm too broke to buy something new Oh fuck me Well the engine likes to flood The car always fuckin' stalls And the seat cushion's got a big rip So a spring always pokes the balls (Ouch, ouch, ouch) Plus the door locks are busted I gotta use a fucking coat hanger (What a pain in his ass) And if a girlie sees my car There's no chance I'll ever bang her (He never ever gets da pussy) Hey shut up (Piece of shit car) You piece of shit car (You got a piece of shit car) You piece of shit car (Piece of shit car) Bald fuckin' tires (You got a piece of shit car) No rearview fucking mirror (Piece of shit car) Seven different colors (You got a piece of shit car) Fucking rag for a gas cap (Piece of shit car) Tailpipe makes the sparks fly everywhere (You got a piece of shit car) (Piece of shit car) (You got a piece of shit car) (Piece of shit car) Oh the whole town thinks I'm a loser (You got a piece of shit car) Cabby give me a push (Piece of shit car...) |
Don't act so surprised.. I've seen you pimpin' around listening to Billy Ocean.
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i'd have to say that bones would enjoy Rolf Harrison's(i think).....Tie me kangaroo down.....
i'd also like to ask uncle phil if he would enlighten us all with the lyrics.......please phil *wonders if bundy has the rubber party pants on yet* |
Dead Milkmen - "Bitchin Camaro"
Hey Jack, what's happenin'? Oh, I don't know. Well, rumor around town says you think you might be heading down to the shore. Uh, yeah, I think I'm goin' down to the shore. Whatcha gonna do down there? Uh, I don't know, play some video games, buy some Def Leppard t-shirts. Hey, don't forget to get your Motley Crue t-shirt, y'know, all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail. Uh huh. Hey, you gonna check out the sand bar while you're there? Uh, what's the Sand Bar? Oh, it's this place that lets sixteen year-old kids drink. Oh, cool. Y'know who's gonna be there? Uh, who? My favorite cover band, Crystal Shit. Oh. Yeah, they do a Doors show, you'd be really impressed, in fact, it goes a little like this: Love me two times baby Love me twice today (short musical pause) Love me two times girl Cause I got AIDS Love me two times baby, once for tomorrow, once cause I got AIDS Wow, Pretty good Jim Morrison impersonation there. Yeah, I hope those guys have a good sense of humor and don't take us to court. Uh, what's the court? Never mind that, (interupts)Oh, you mean like the People's Court? Well, that's another story; the important thing here is you gotta ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore. Uh, how you gonna get down to the shore? Funny you should ask, I've got a car now. Oh wow, how'd you get a car? Oh my parents drove it up here from the Bahamas. You're kidding! I must be, the Bahamas are islands, okay, the important thing now, is that you ask me what kind of car I have. Uh, what kinda car do ya' got? I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO!..... BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO I ran over my neighbors, BITCHIN CAMARAO, BITCHIN CAMARO, Now it's in all the papers. My folks bought me a BITCHIN CAMARO with no insurance to match; So if you happen to run me down, please don't leave a scratch. I ran over some old lady one night at the county fair; And I didn't get arrested, because my dad's the mayor. BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO Doughnuts on your lawn BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO Tony Orlando and Dawn When I drive past the kids, they all spit and cuss, Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO and they have to ride the bus. So you'd better get out of my way, when I run through your yard; Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO; And an Exxon credit card. BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO Hey, man where ya headed? BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO I drive on unleaded. |
Billy fuckin' Ocean?
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flyman, Rolf Harris was voted off the Australian island.
but, since you asked for it... http://www.thisisbrightonandhove.co....rolfharris.jpg [Spoken:] There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying, and he gets himself up on one elbow, and he turns to his mates, who are gathered 'round him and he says: Watch me wallabys feed mate. Watch me wallabys feed. They're a dangerous breed mate. So watch me wallabys feed. Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down. Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down. Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl, keep me cockatoo cool. Don't go acting the fool, Curl, just keep me cockatoo cool. Altogether now! Take me koala back, Jack, take me koala back. He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac, so take me koala back. Altogether now! Mind me platypus duck, Bill, mind me platypus duck. Don't let him go running amok, Bill, mind me platypus duck. Altogether now! Play your digeridoo, Blue, play your digeridoo. Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue, play your digeridoo. Altogether now! Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred, tan me hide when I'm dead. So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde, (Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed. Altogether now! (you´ll have to just imagine that wobble board action) |
i posted that in "silly songs" a while back...
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HOT ROD LINCOLN
Commander Cody & The Lost Planet Airmen My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin', if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln." Have you heard the story of the hot rod race, where the Fords 'n' Lincolns was settin' the pace? That story is true, I'm here to say, that I was drivin' that Model-A. It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up, that Model-A body makes it look like a pup. It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all, got overdrive, just won't stall. With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust, with 4-11 gears you can really get lost. Got safety tubes but I ain't scared, the brakes are good, tires fair. Pulled outta San Pedro late one night, the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright. We was drivin' up Grapevine hill, passin' cars like they was standin' still. All of a sudden in the wink of an eye, Cadillac sedan passed us by. I said "Boys that's the mark for me," by then the tailight was all you could see. Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind, so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind. Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive, I shoved it on down into overdrive. Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten, my speedometer said that I hit top end. My foot was glued like lead to the floor, that's all there is an' there ain't no more. Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense, them telephone poles looked like a picket fence. They said "slow down, I see spots," the lines on the road just looked like dots. Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck, crossed my fingers just for luck. My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts, the guy beside me was white as a ghost. Smoke was comin' from outta the back, when started t' gain on that Cadillac. Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass, don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas. We had flames comin' from outta the side, you could feel the tension, man whatta ride. I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly," and that Caddy pulled over and let us by. Now all of a sudden she started knockin' down in the dip she started to rock. And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin', the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln. They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail, 'n they called my pappy to throw my bail, 'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin' if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln. |
So how fast do these go?
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OK, lame joke.. but I'm tired. As for Tie Me Kangaroo Down... didn't that have a racist line (or lines) to it? I thought I remembered listening to it the first time and thinking "Woah, that's really really wrong!" |
I saw commander cody...twice. Everybody just wanted to hear "Hotrod Lincoln" over and over.
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409
The Beach Boys She's real fine my 409 She's real fine my 409 My 409 Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes For I knew there would be a time (When I would buy a brand new 409 Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409 Giddy up 409 Giddy up 409 Giddy up 40... Nothing can catch her Nothing can touch my 409 409 ooooo When I take her to the track she really shines She always turns in the fastest times My four speed dual quad posi-traction 409 409, 409, 409, 409 Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409 Giddy up 409 Giddy up 409 Giddy up 40... Nothing can catch her Nothing can touch my 409 Giddy up 409 Giddy up 409 409 409 409 409 409 |
Surf City
Jan & Dean .... Two girls for every boy I bought a '30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie (Surf City, here we come) You know it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie (Surf City, here we come) Well, it ain't got a back set or a rear window But it still gets me where I wanna go And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun You know we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now Two girls for every boy You know they never roll the streets up 'cause there's always somethin' goin' (Surf City, here we come) You know they're either out surfin' or they got a party growin' (Surf City, here we come) Yeah, and there's two swingin' honeys for every guy And all you gotta do is just wink your eye And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun You know we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now Two girls for every boy And if my woody breaks down on me somewhere on the surf route (Surf City, here we come) I'll strap my board to my back and hitch a ride in my wetsuit (Surf City, here we come) And when I get to Surf City I'll be shootin' the curl And checkin' out the parties for a surfer girl And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun You know we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now Two girls for every boy |
AMARILLO HIGHWAY
Terry Allen I'm a high straight in Plainview A side bet in Idalou An' a fresh deck in Mobile Yeah some call me high handed Some call me low handed But I'm holdin' what I am the wheel Chorus: 'Cause I'm panhandlin' manhandlin' Post holin' hugh rollin' dust bowlin' Daddy I ain't got no blood in my veins I just got them four lanes Of hard Amarillo Highway I don't wear no Stetson But I'm willin' to bet son That I'm as big a Texan as you are There's a girl in her bare feet Asleep on the back seat And the trunk's full of Pearl beer and Lone Star CHORUS Gonna hop outta bed Pop a pill in my head Bust a hub for the Golden Spread Under Blue Skies Gonna stuff my hide Behind some Power Glide Get some southern fried back in my hide CHORUS Refrain: As Close as I'll ever get to heaven Is makin' speed up old eighty-seven Of that hard Amarillo Highway |
BALLAD OF THUNDER ROAD
Robert Mitchum Let me tell the story, I can tell it all About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road. Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town The revenoors chased him but they couldn’t run him down Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode He'd go by like they were standin’ still on Thunder Road. (CHORUS) And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devil’s thirst The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first. On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four A Federal man sent word he’d better make his run no more He said two hundred agents were coverin’ the state Whichever road he tried to take, they’d get him sure as fate. Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last The tank is filled with hundred-proof, you’re all tuned up and gassed Now, don’t take any chances, if you can’t get through I’d rather have you back again than all that mountain dew. (CHORUS) Roarin’ out of Harlan, revvin’ up his mill He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred. Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike, Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike. He left the road at 90; that’s all there is to say. The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day. |
janis joplin-mercedes benz
john lee hooker-mustang sally These I don't know the tunes to anymore even! But there you go ;) /edit : Tracy chapman-fast car ;) this one I know |
MUSTANG SALLY
Wilson Pickett Mustang Sally Guess you better slow your mustang down Mustang Sally Guess you better slow your mustang down You've been runnin' all over the town now Oh guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground Chorus Listen, All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride All you want to do is ride around Sally Ride Sally ride One of these early mornings baby Gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes I bought you a brand new mustang 'bout nineteen sixty five Now you come 'round, signifying a woman baby you don't wanna let me ride. Mustang Sally Guess you better slow your mustang down You've been runnin' all over the town now Got to put your flat feet on the ground |
i've got a parking lot full of these beauties and will post periodically until rick okasek runs out of gas but i would prefer to do requests...so far, hash is the only person to do so and hers will get priority posting...
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MERCEDES BENZ
Janis Joplin O Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz? My friends all have Porsches I must make amends Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends O Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz? O Lord, won't you buy me a color TV? Dialing for dollars is trying to find me I'll wait for delivery each day until 3 O Lord, won't you buy me a color TV? Oh Lord won't you buy me a night on the town I'm counting on you Lord, please don't let me down. Prove that you love me & buy the next round. Oh Lord won't you buy me a night on the town |
DEAD MAN'S CURVE
Jan & Dean I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night, When an XKE pulled up on the right He rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag, And challenged me then and there to a drag I said "You're on buddy -- my mill's running fine, Let's come off the line now at Sunset and Vine But I'll go you one better, if you've got the nerve, Let's race all the way -- to Dead Man's Curve" (Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away (Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say: "Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" The street was deserted late Friday night; We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light We both popped the clutch when the light turned green, You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine! I flew past La Brea, Schwab's and Crescent Heights, And all the Jag could see were my six taillights He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve, But I pulled her out and there we were - at Dead Man's Curve (Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve... [sounds of skids and crashes] ) (Spoken): "Well, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve I know I'll never forget that horrible sight, I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right" Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve... (Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away (Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say: "Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" (Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play (Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away (Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say: "Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" (fade) |
I'VE BEEN EVERYWHERE
Johnny Cash I was totin my pack along the long dusty Winnamucka road When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load If your goin' to Winnamucka, Mack with me you can ride And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand And I said, "Listen! I've traveled every road in this here land!" I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel - I've had my share, man I've been everywhere I've been to: Reno Chicago Fargo Minnesota Buffalo Toronto Winslow Sarasota Whichta Tulsa Ottowa Oklahoma Tampa Panama Mattua LaPaloma Bangor Baltimore Salvador Amarillo Tocapillo Pocotello Amperdllo I'm a Killer I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel - I've had my share, man I've been everywhere I'm a Killer I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel - I've had my share, man I've been everywhere I've been to: Boston Charleston Dayton Lousiana Washington Houston Kingston Texas (County) Monterey Fairaday Santa Fe Tollaperson Glen Rock Black Rock Little Rock Oskaloussa Tennessee Tinnesay Chickapee Spirit Lake Grand Lake Devil's Lake Crater Lake For Pete's Sake I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel - I've had my share, man I've been everywhere I've been to: Louisville Nashville Knoxville Omerback Shereville Jacksonville Waterville Costa Rock Richfield Springfield Bakersfield Shreveport Hakensack Cadallic Fond du Lac Davenport Idaho Jellico Argentina Diamondtina Pasadena Catalina See What I Mean I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel - I've had my share, man I've been everywhere I've been to: Pittsburgh Parkersburg Gravelburg Colorado Ellisburg Rexburg Vicksburg Eldorado Larimore Adimore Habastock Chadanocka Shasta Nebraska Alaska Opalacka Baraboo Waterloo Kalamazoo Kansas City Souix City Cedar City Dodge City What A Pity I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breatherd the mountain air, man Travel - I've had my share, man I've been everywhere |
" Fast Car "
Tracy Chapman You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something But me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money We won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living You see my old man's got a problem He live with the bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working I say his body's too young to look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way I remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car And we go cruising to entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs You got a fast car And I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving You got a fast car But is it fast enough so you can fly away You gotta make a decision You leave tonight or live and die this way |
CAR-CAR
Peter, Paul, & Mary Chorus: Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride, Take me for a ride, Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck Take me for a ride in your truck, mack Take me for a ride, take me for a ride, Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck, Mack (Chorus) (Spoken segment, with sound effects, then Mary sings...) Take me for a ride in your car-car Take me for a ride in your car-car Take me for a ride, take me for a ride, Take me for a ride in your 3.2 liter Ferrari with torsion bar suspension and those ported venturi carburetors! |
I now sing a song about TRUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!! Not cars.... Once again I Infiltrate on YZ's behalf and mess up bones'se'es's (Dammit I really Hate thoes nicks that end in s) Thread
Lyrics by MMM I LOVE TRUCKS..... la lala la Trucks Fucking rule over sad ass cars!!!!! La LA la GO BUY A TRUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank-you ! |
BRAND NEW CADILLAC
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18 Wheels On A Big Rig
Trout Fishing in America Oh, there's 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18 wheels on a big rig; (OK, everybody now!) Oh, there's 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18 wheels on a big rig; And they're rollin' rollin' rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'. (Mighty fine, good buddy, let's back the big rig on up now!) Oh, there's 18-17-16-15-14-13-12-11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 wheels on a big rig; (OK, now let's count just the even number wheels.) Oh, there's 2-4-6-8-10-12-14-16-18 wheels on a big rig; And they're rollin' rollin' rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'. (OK, let's go to the other side of the truck now and count just the odd number wheels.) Oh, there's 1-3-5-7-9-11...13.....15.......17 wheels on a big rig; (Sounds like you might have a flat...I don't know.) (OK, since you're so smart, why don't you try doing it in Roman numerals?) (OK, I will.) Oh, there's I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII wheels on a big rig, And they're rollin' rollin' rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'. (Top that, will you!) (I will now attempt to divide the wheels of a big rig by pi.) Oh, there's 3.1431425679..11...million wheels on a big rig, And they're rollin' rollin' rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'. |
Brand New Cadillac
The Clash My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Yes she did! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!" "I ain't never comin' back!" Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy. " She ain't never coming back! Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? Oh c'mon, just hear my plea She said, "Balls to you, Daddy. " She ain't coming back to me Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac I said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?" She said, "Balls to you, Daddy. " She ain't never coming back! |
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Yeah, okay, so it's not really a car song but...
Super Bowl Shuffle The Chicago Bears Chorus We are the Bears Shufflin' Crew Shufflin' on down, doin' it for you. We're so bad we know we're good. Blowin' your mind like we knew we would. You know we're just struttin' for fun Struttin' our stuff for everyone. We're not here to start not trouble. We're just here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle. Walter Payton Well, they call me Sweetness, And I like to dance. Runnin' the ball is like makin' romance. We've had the goal since training camp To give Chicago a Super Bowl Champ. And we're not doin' this Because we're greedy. The Bears are doin' it to feed the needy. We didn't come here to look for trouble, We just came here to do The Super Bowl Shuffle. Willie Gault This is Speedy Willie, and I'm world class. I like runnin' but i love to get the pass. I practice all day and dance all night, I got to get ready for the Sunday fight. Now I'm as smooth as a chocolate swirl, I dance a little funky, so watch me girl. There's not one here that does it like me, My Super Bowl Shuffle will set you free. Mike Singletary I'm Samurai Mike I stop'em cold. Part of the defense, big and bold, I've been jammin' for quite a while, Doin' what's right and settin' the style, Give me a chance, I'll rock you good, Nobody messin' in my neighborhood. I didn't come here lookin' for trouble, I just came to do The Super Bowl Shuffle (Repeat Chorus) Jim McMahon I'm the punky QB, known as McMahon. When I hit the turf, I've got no plan. I just throw my body all over the field. I can't dance, but I can throw the pill. I motivate the cats, I like to tease. I play so cool, I aim to please. That's why you all got here on the double To catch me doin' the Super Bowl Shuffle. Otis Wilson I'm mama's boy Otis, one of a kind. The ladies all love me For my body and my mind. I'm slick on the floor as I can be But ain't no sucker gonna get past me. Some guys are jealous Of my style and class, That's why some end up on their -, I didn't come here lookin' for trouble, I just get down to The Super Bowl Shuffle. Steve Fuller They say Jimbo is our man. If Jimmy can't do it, I sure can. This is Steve, and it's no wonder I run like lightnin', pass like thunder. So bring on Atlanta, bring on Dallas, This is for Mike and Papa Bear Halas. I'm not here to feather his ruffle, I just came here to do The Super Bowl Shuffle. Mike Richardson I'm L.A. Mike, and I play it cool. They don't sneak by me 'cause I'm no fool. I fly on the field and get on down. Everybody knows I don't mess around. I can break'em, shake'em, Any time of day. I like to steal it and make 'em pay, So please don't cry to beat my hustle 'Cause I'm just here to do The Super Bowl Shuffle. (Repeat Chorus) Richard Dent The sackman's comin', I'm your man Dent. if the quarterback's slow, He's gonna get bent. We stop the run, we stop the pass, I like to dump guys on their -. We love to play for the world's best fans, You better start makin' Your Super Bowl plans. But don't get ready or go to any trouble Unless you practice The Super Bowl Shuffle. Gary Fencik It's Gary here, and I'm Mr.Clean. They call me "hit man," Don't know what they mean. They throw it long and watch me run, I'm on my man, one-on-one. Buddy's guys cover it down to the bone, That's why they call us the 46 zone. Come on everybody let's scream and yell, We're goin' to do the Shuffle, Then ring your bell. William Perry You're lookin' at the Fridge, I'm the rookie. I may be large, but I'm no dumb cookie. You've seen me hit, you've seen me run, When I kick and pass, we'll have more fun. I can dance, you will see The others, they all learn from me. I don't come here lookin' for trouble, I just came here to do The Super Bowl Shuffle. (Repeat Chorus) |
CHEVROLET
ZZ Top In a flat Forty-One with my strat on the door we was goin' to the country for what we came for. I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air. The best of motor cruisin's just the joy to get there. I was approachin' Simonton down by the cotton gin. There was old man Berkman trying to flag me in. He asked if I would stay awhile and if I needed gas. I said, "No thanks, anyhow I don't drive too fast." Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. I took the road down to Cinco through that red Brazos River land, done hit that freeway at sunset. Now the big city lights are at hand. Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. Hallelujah, hallelujah, ride my Chevrolet. |
(bones, i just found this for you...)
JEEPSTER T-Rex You're so sweet You're so fine I want you all and everything Just to be mine 'Cos you're my baby 'Cos you're my love Girl I'm just a Jeepster For you love You slide so good With bones so fair You've got the universe Reclining in your hair Just like a car You're pleasing to behold I'll call you Jaguar If I may be so bold The wild winds blow Upon your frozen cheeks The way you flip your hip It always makes me weak Your motivation Is so sweet Your vibrations Are burning up my feet Girl I'm just a jeepster For your love Girl I'm just a vampire For your love I'm gonna suck you. |
TISM
Saturday Night Palsy I don't want to live and I don't want to die I want to shoot heroin through the eye; I want it to shine and I want it to rain I want to get hit by a freight train. Chorus: Be-bop-a-lula-a-lom-bam-balsy I think I got Saturday night palsy A wom-bom-a-lu-bom-ba-lom-bam-balsy I think I got Saturday night palsy Someone better shoot me before it's too late I wanna be impaled on a fifty foot stake My V.U. meter's in the overload I think my aorta is gonna explode. I got a brand new car and a new set of clothes I wanna pull my brain out through my nose Show me to women and show me to the bar I wanna jump into a vat of hot tar. |
Not exactly a car song but a great motocycle song...
Nimrod's Son - The Pixies One night upon my motorcycle through the desert (I) sped And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head "You are the son of a motherfucker." One, two, three, four I shook all night and held her hand Shock the people, well I'll be damned Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me The joke has come upon me In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led And how my soul's been leaking out the holes where I had bled My image spoke to me, yes to me it often said "You are the son of incestuous union." One, two, three, four Now, my head is clear My roof has walls My daughter's pure My son is tall Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son Oh, bury me far away, please, bury me The joke has come upon me |
CHEVY VAN
Sammy Johns I gave a girl a ride in my wagon She rolled (crawled?) in and took control She was tired and (yeah?) her mind was a-draggin' I said, "Get some sleep and dream of rock and roll." Refrain: Like a picture she was layin' there Moonlight dancin' off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand She's gonna love me in my Chevy van And that's all right with me Her young face was like that of an angel Her long legs were tanned and brown Better keep your eyes on the road, son Better slow this vehicle down Refrain I put her out in a town that was so small You could throw rocks (a rock?) from end to end A dirt-road Main Street, she walked off in bare feet It's a shame I won't be passin' through again 'Cause like a picture she was layin' there Moonlight dancin' off her hair She woke up and took me by the hand We made love in my Chevy van And that's all right with me |
By the UK group Madness
Driving In My Car I like driving in my car It's not quite a Jaguar I bought it in Primrose Hill From a bloke from Brazil It was made in 59 In a factory by the Tyne It says Morris on the door The GPO owned it before I drive in it for my job The governor calls me a slob But I don't really care Give me some gas and the open air It's a bit old but its mine I mend it in my spare time Just last week I changed the oil The rocker valves and the coil Just last week I changed the oil Last week it went round the clock I also had a little knock I dented somebody's fender He learned not to park on a bend Ha ha ha I've been driving in my car It don't look much but I've been far I drive up to Muswell Hill I've even been to Selsey Bill I drove along the A45 I had her up to fifty eight This copper stopped me the other day You're mistaken, what could I say The tyres are a little worn They were OK, I could have sworn I like driving in my car I'm satisfied I've got this far I like driving in my car It don't look much but I've been far I like driving in my car Even with a flat tyre I like driving in my car It's not quite a Jaguar I like driving in my car I'm satisfied I've got this far |
Reverend Horton Heat does both of these:
"Five-O Ford" Let me tell you the tale of a hot rod race, That happened out in a secluded place Where no one lives 'cept cows and a few raccoons I was drivin' around in my shoebox car, My baby and me underneath the stars, My engine was knockin But i knew it'd clear real soon. I was cruisin' along 'bout 95, I looked in my mirror and man alive Some guy was gaining on me As his engine roared. So i gave that holly carb some gas, My baby cried out don't let him pass, I guess it's just that bitch got bored, I had to race my fucked up Ford. I made the turn at 108, And he was up on my back gate, And I knew he had something bad, Underneath that hood. So I pushed it up to 110, That flathead motor was about to give in, I crossed my fingers and prayed to the Lord, Don't let me down you fucked up Ford. It's my fucked up Ford! It's my fucked up Ford! When cherry tops began to spin, I knew this race was about to end, It's a cop by god My engine can't give no more. He threw me in jail, warrant ignored My car blew up as the oil poured, I guess it's just that bitch got bored, I had to race my fucked up Ford. "Big Red Rocket Of Love" I got a red car with blue tail lights Shiny red seats with lining in white Leopard skin dash with a louvered hood She goes ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba when she's runnin' good (chorus) Lets go ride into the mountains above It's low My big red rocket of love My big red rocket of love I got a little honey you just got to know Drivin' this bomb as fast it will go Drive the red rocket past the local dive She goes ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba in overdrive (chorus) Horny Little baby in my back seat Pull my velveteen curtain with pleats Pick a little spot were no one will be Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-make love to me (chorus) Both these songs make me want to drive fast. |
ADDICTED TO LOVE
Robert Palmer Your lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love You see the signs, but you can't read You're runnin' at a different speed Your heart beats in double time Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind You can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love [Guitar Break] Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love |
well done, phil.
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hey, it ain't just about cars and stuff, ya know?
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DEAD SKUNK
Loudon Wainwright III Crossin' the highway late last night He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right He didn't see the station wagon car The skunk got squashed and there you are! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose! Roll up yer window and hold yer nose You don't have to look and you don't have to see 'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon! You got yer Dead skunk in the middle of the road Dead skunk in the middle of the road You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high Heaven! C'mon stink! You got it! It's dead, it's in the middle Dead skunk in the middle! Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high heaven! All over the road, technicolor man! Oh, you got pollution It's dead, it's in the middle And it's stinkin' to high, high Heaven! |
Only the best for Bones:
Todd Rundgren- "Emperor Of The Highway" I am the Emperor of the Highway I wield the Universal Will One might chance to overlook on my Divineness Unless I'm sitting in the Imperial Poupe de Ville I am the Emperor of the Highway Strapped with foolish mortals such as these I need never indicate my intentions I can stop and go and turn just as I please For I am the Emperor of the Highway Hold! Methinks that thou hast driven too far I am the Royal Prince of Foreign Sports Cars Better that I should drive a wheelchair or jog Than to be blown off by a Regal Road Hog I am the Emperor of the Highway (Where did you ever get that gas sucking pig of a car?) This time my friend, you are outclassed (Any real man would drive a stick shift) For my uncle is the Duke of the State Police (Cut me off again and I will punch your lights out) And he will place his Royal Boot upon your Ass (This is my exit, we shall meet another day) Don't forget who's Emperor of the Highway For I am the Emperor of the Highway! |
DETROIT CITY
Bobby Bare I want to go home, I want to go home, Oh Lord, I want to go home. Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city, And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home, I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother, And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long I want to go home, I want to go home, Oh Lord, I want to go home Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city, From the letters that I write they think I'm fine, But by day I make the cars, and by night I make the bars, If only they could read between the lines I want to go home, I want to go home, Oh Lord, I want to go home SPOKEN: You know, I rode a freight train north to Detroit city, And after all these years I find I've just been wasting my time, So I think I'll take my foolish pride, put it on a southbound freight and ride, Go on back to the ones I left, who've been waitin' for so long I want to go home, I want to go home, Oh Lord, I want to go home. |
Don't Ask Me No Questions
Lynard Skynard Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well, I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by But I don't ask you about your business, don't ask me about mine Well its true I love the money and I love my brand new car I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time 'Cause I got to find a break in this action, else I'm gonna lose my mind (Chorus) So, don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So, don't ask me about my business And I won't tell you goodbye That's right Well, "what's your favorite color and do you dig the brothers," is drivin' me up a wall And everytime I think I can sleep, some fool has got to call Well don't you think that when I come home, I just want a little peace of mind If you want to talk about the business buddy, you're just wastin' time (Chorus) I said don't ask no stupid questions and I won't send you away If you want to talk fishin, well I guess that'll be OK |
THE LITTLE OLD LADY (FROM PASADENA)
Jan and Dean It's the little old lady from Pasadena The little old lady from Pasadena (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) But parked in a rickety old garage Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge CHORUS: And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner Than the little old lady from Pasadena (She drives real fast and she drives real hard) She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard It's the little old lady from Pasadena If you see her on the street don't try to choose her (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later 'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator CHORUS MUSICAL INTERLUDE (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) (Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go) The guys come to race her for miles around But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down CHORUS Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go *REPEAT 6 TIMES FADE |
Bones strikes me as being a big fan of WHAM!
so.....here ya go. You put the boom - boom into my heart You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts Jitterbug into my brain Goes a bang - bang - bang 'til my feet do the same But something's bugging you Something ain't right My best friend told me what you did last night Left me sleepin' in my bed I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead. Wake me up before you go - go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo - yo Wake me up before you go - go I don't want to miss it when you hit that high Wake me up before you go - go 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Wake me up before you go - go Take me dancing tonight I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah) You take the grey skies out of my way You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day Turned a bright spark into a flame My beats per minute never been the same 'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool It makes me crazy when you act so cruel Come on, baby, let's not fight We'll go dancing, everything will be all right Wake me up before you go - go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo - yo Wake me up before you go - go I don't want to miss it when you hit that high Wake me up before you go - go 'Cause I'm not plannin'' on going solo Wake me up before you go - go Take me dancing tonight I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah, baby) (Jitterbug) (Jitterbug) Cuddle up, baby, move in tight We'll go dancing tomorrow night It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed They can dance, we'll stay home instead (Jitterbug) Wake me up before you go - go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo - yo Wake me up before you go - go I don't want to miss it when you hit that high Wake me up before you go - go 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Wake me up before you go - go Take me dancing tonight Wake me up before you go - go, don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a Yo - yo Take me dancing |
Bumps
then Grinds What a great thread. TISM again Greg! The Stop Sign!! The guy who slagged the football team - Those yobs were not for him - Turns into a real estate agent Who believes in discipline; That guy who's the first to use cocaine, The wild boy breaking free, Ends up in a court of law As a prosecuting Q.C.; Remember the school captain? - Success was a matter of time: I can hear her now as she screams, "Greg! You missed the stop sign!" Forget Snoop Doggy Dog, Forget ol' Ice T - The true word out on the streets Is produced by the T.A.C. What good's the use of striving? As Life's road in front unravels We get to do the driving, But don't choose the direction we travel. Do your homework, or wag for weeks And graffiti the Dandenong line: It don't matter when you hear that scream - "Greg! You missed the stop sign!" Some time in the next hundred thousand years A comet's gonna wipe out all trace of Man - I'm banking on it coming before My end of year exam. The rich kid, he becomes a junkie, The poor kid, an advertiser : What a tragic waste of potential - Being a junkie's not so good, either. Your folks struggled hard for what you've got, You are the fruit of their vine; But who cares what you sow when what you reap Is: "Greg! You missed the stop sign!" Hardwired into everyone's head Is the person they're gonna be - Growing up is not a matter of choice, It's a matter of wait and see. And so kids, yeah! you can do it! Remember to be your best! Rage without fucking alcohol! You can pass the test! Girls can do anything! I'm O.K! You're O.K! We're fine! I thought I saw a semi-trailer! Greg! You missed the stop sign! |
UNKNOWN LEGEND
Neil Young She used to work in a diner Never saw a woman look finer I used to order just to watch her float across the floor She grew up in a small town Never put her roots down Daddy always kept movin', so she did too. Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson Her long blonde hair flyin' in the wind She's been runnin' half her life The chrome and steel she rides Collidin' with the very air she breathes The air she breathes. You know it ain't easy You got to hold on She was an unknown legend in her time Now she's dressin' two kids Lookin' for a magic kiss She gets the far-away look in her eyes. Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson Her long blonde hair flyin' in the wind She's been runnin' half her life The chrome and steel she rides Collidin' with the very air she breathes The air she breathes. |
DRAG CITY
Jan & Dean Burn up that quarter mile Just tuned my car, now she really peels A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pretty Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City Chorus: [1: Yeah 2: Well] I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station The Drag City races are the fastest in the nation Wheels are the wildest and the stockers are pretty I'll get my honey, grab some money, split to Drag City [repeat chorus] 'Round the dragway thick exhaust fills the air The final teams tachin' up and action everywhere Checkered flags, wheelstands, sure sounds pretty To hear the cheers, bring your ears out to Drag City Chorus Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now) Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now) Burn up that quarter mile Burn up that quarter mile Listen to 'em whine (whine, whine, whine) |
RUSH
Red Barchetta My uncle has a country place That no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm Before the Motor Law. And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire Where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Run like the wind As excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine For fifty-odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car: A brilliant red Barchetta From a better vanished time. I fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar. Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime. Wind In my hair Shifting and drifting Mechanical music Adrenaline surge... Well-weathered leather, Hot metal and oil, The scented country air. Sunlight on chrome, The blur of the landscape, Every nerve aware. Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires To run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase. Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man. Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside. |
Quiet Riot
Slick Black Cadillac Ooooo, Just a big black set of wheels Is what it takes to get me off I'm gonna drive all night Spin my wheels all night It feels all right It feels all right I don't need no drivers license I'm too reckless to survive It's like a carburetor instigator Feels all right Feels all right Drivin' in a Slick Black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing And that's a Slick Black Cadillac (get up) You know I got a fully equipped rock 'n' roll machine At speeds that take me high, high, high At dead man's curve I only hear one word drive, drive, drive Drive, drive, drive My machine is making headlines It gives me love and everything It's like an institution of revolution It feels all right Feels all right Drivin' in a Slick Black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing And that's a Slick Black Cadillac (pull over, woooo) I got the coppers on my tail Just for me an A.P.B. The sirens spinnin' Though it's me who's winnin' There're after me There're after me Before they know just what happened I disappeared to their surprise I got a Cadillac monkey on my back And I don't mind No, I don't mind Drivin' in a Slick Black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing And that's a Slick Black Cadillac (hold on) Slick Black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps Slick Black Cadillac I lay it down, spin wide and get laid in back, oh yeah Drivin' in a Slick Black Cadillac It makes me feel like a king, alright! |
DRIVE MY CAR
The Beatles Asked a girl what she wanted to be She said "baby can't you see I wanna be famous, a star of the screen But you do something in between" "Baby, you can drive my car yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you" I told that girl that my prospects were good And she said "baby it's understood Working for peanuts is all very fine But I can show you a better time" "Baby, you can drive my car yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you" Beep beep mm beep beep, yeah "Baby, you can drive my car yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you" I told that girl I could start right away And she said "listen baby I've got something to say I got no car and it's breaking my heart But I've found a driver and that's a start" "Baby, you can drive my car yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you" Beep beep mm beep beep, yeah Beep beep mm beep beep, yeah Beep beep mm beep beep, yeah |
A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying
Bloodhound Gang I was lonelier than Michael Jackson at an Eminem concert. That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy’s Hump Palace lookin for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went Since that midnight run haulin hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin gallons Through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, Milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell. Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well I find it’s quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well, faster than you can say, “shallow grave" this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. Said her name was Bambi and I said, “Well that’s a coincidence darlin? ‘cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer. " Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation. ‘Course, it’s hard to hide a hard-on when you’re dressed like Minnie Pearl. Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well I find it’s quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' So, Bambi’s goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, “Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus’s tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later I’m parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes. I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula. Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well I find it’s quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin?through the latest issue of “Throb" when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped. So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well I find it’s quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' |
Be True To Your School
The Beach Boys When some loud braggart tries to put me down And says his school is great I tell him right away "Now what's the matter buddy Ain't you heard of my school It's number one in the state" (Hey hey take it away, let's call it fight) So be true to your school (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Just like you would to your girl or guy (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Be true to your school now (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Let your colors fly (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Be true to your school (Rah rah rah rah rah) I got a letterman's sweater With a letter in front I got for football and track I'm proud to where it now When I cruise around The other parts of the town I got my decal in back So be true to your school (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Just like you would to your girl or guy (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Be true to your school now (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Let your colors fly (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Be true to your school (Do it again, do it again, we like it, we like it) (Rah rah rah rah rah) Come friday we'll be jacked up on the football game And I'll be ready to fight We're gonna smash 'em now My girl will be working on her pom-poms now And she'll be yelling tonight So be true to your school (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Just like you would to your girl or guy (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Be true to your school now (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Let your colors fly (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) Be true to your school (Push 'em back, push 'em back, way back) (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) (let your colors...) (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) (let your...) (Rah rah rah rah sis boom bah) (let...) |
Asshole
Denis Leary (Spoken) Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know. (Sung) I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job. I'm your average white suburbanite slob. I like football and porno and books about war. I got an average house with a nice hardwood floor. My wife and my job, my kids and my car. My feet on my table...and a cuban cigar. But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested no way No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane, While people behind me are going insane. I'm an asshole I'm an asshole I use public toilets and I piss on the seat, I walk around in the summertime saying "How about this heat?" I'm an asshole I'm an asshole Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces, While handicapped people make handicapped faces. I'm an asshole I'm an asshole Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong... NAAAAH! I'm an asshole I'm an asshole (Spoken) Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado Convertible, hot pink, with whaleskin hubcaps and all-leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights... yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles per hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, suckin' down quarter pound cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done suckin' down those greaseball burgers I'm gonna wipe my mouth on the American Flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why Two words: Nuclear fuckin' weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want...they can have a big democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tienamen Square and it won't make a lick of difference, because we got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen! And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we're gonna thaw out the Duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Casavetti and Lee Marvin and Sam Peckinpaw and a case of whisky and drive to Texas...(HEY, HEY HEY!) Why don't you shut up and sing the song, pal? (Sung) I'm an asshole I'm an asshole A-S-S H-O-L-E Everybody, A-S-S H-O-L-E Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf, Arf Arf Thoomph A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom A-thoom-thoom Oooooooo (Spoken) I'm an asshole and I'm proud of it |
Beach Baby
First Class Do you remember back in old LA (Oh, oh, oh) When everybody drove a Chevrolet (Oh, oh, oh) Whatever happened to the boy next door Sun-tanned crew cut All American Male? What ever happened at the high school hop? I guess you should remember soda pop. Ever think about the girl next door With beat up sneakers and a pony tail? Beach Baby Beach Baby Give me your hand give me something that I can remember Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight Beach Baby Beach Baby There on the sand from July til the end of September Surfin was fun we'd be out in the sun every day Ooooh, never thought that it could end Ooooh, and I was everybody's friend, Oh, Oh, We couldn't wait til graduation day We took the car and drove to San Jose That's where you told me that you'd wear my ring I guess you don't remember anything. Beach Baby Beach Baby Give me your hand give me something that I can remember Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight Beach Baby Beach Baby There on the sand from July til the end of September Surfin was fun we'd be out in the sun every day |
Cars Hiss By My Window
The Doors The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach The cars hiss by my window Like the waves down on the beach I got this girl beside me But she’s out of reach Headlight through my window Shinin' on the wall Headlight through my window Shinin' on the wall Can’t hear my baby Though I called and called Yeah, right Woo! Windows started tremblin' With a sonic boom Windows started tremblin' With a sonic boom, boom A cold girl’ll kill you In a darkened room Yeah, woo Ride Ride on Weooooo! Wawa, eooo! Oooo, owa, owaaa! Wa, waaaaea! Ooo, wa, wa, wa, wa, waa! Uh-huh |
CLAP FOR THE WOLFMAN
The Guess Who Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl They were friend's of mine The highway's on my moonlight drive Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss" She said "no, no, no" Romance ain't keepin' me alive I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo" She said "uh, uh, uh" So I was left out in the cold I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of" She said "I don't want to know" (Wolfman Jack: "Oh you know, she was diggin' the cat on the radio") Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high (WJ: "Yes baby, I your doctor in love") Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die (WJ: "Everybody talkin' about the Wolfman's confidence of love") Seventy five, eighty miles an hour She hollers "slow, slow, slow" "Baby I can stop right on a dime" I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss" She said "no, no, no" But how was I to bide my time I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo" She said "uh, uh, uh" Said I'm about to overload I said "you're what I've been livin' for" She said "I don't want to know" (WJ: "Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me") Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high ( WJ: "As long as you got the curves baby, I got the angles") Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die (WJ: "It's all accoridng to how your boogaloo situation stands, you understand") Clap for the Wolfman He gonna rate your record high (WJ: "You ain't gonna get 'em, cuz I got 'em") Clap for the Wolfman You gonna dig him til the day you die (WJ: "You might wanna try, but I'm gonna keep 'em") Clap for the Wolfman Clap for the Wolfman (WJ: "And I got 'em all") Clap for the Wolfman |
H ow about tombstone every mile or the haynesville woods by Dick Curless? Or give me forty acres and i'll turn this rig around, dont know the artist on that one.
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GIVE ME 40 ACRES (TO TURN THIS RIG AROUND)
The Willis Brothers He was headin' into Boston in a big, long diesel truck It was his first trip to Boston, he was having lots of luck He was going the wrong direction down a one-way street in town And this is what he said when the police chased him down. CHORUS: Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around It's the easiest way that I've found ... Some guys can turn it on a dime or turn it right downtown But I need forty acres to turn this rig around. When he finally found where to unload, he had a dreadful shock His trailer pointed toward the road and his cab right to the dock And as he looked around him through the tears he made this sound Oh, give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around. CHORUS When he finally got unloaded, he was glad to leave the town He was very, very happy, headin' back to Alabam' When up ahead he saw a sign, said; "You are Northward bound." He said; "Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around." He was driving down the right lane, when ahead he saw a sign Now he's gotta make a left turn, but he cannot get in line And the tears were streaming down his cheeks and they all heard him yell "Give me forty sticks of dynamite and I'll blow this thing to ... !" CHORUS |
TOMBSTONE EVERY MILE
Dick Curliss All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along Better listen you'll be thankful when you hear my song You have really got it made if you're haulin' goods There's anyplace on earth but those Hangsville Woods It's a stretch of road up north in Maine that's never ever ever seen a smile If they'd burried all the truckers that's lost in them woods There'd be a tombstone every mile When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down You've got to drive the woods to get to Boston town When it's winter up in Maine you'd bettter check it over twice Cause that Hangsville road is just a ribbon of ice It's a stretch of road... [ guitar ] When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hangsville Woods He'll tell you that dyin' and goin' down below Won't be half as bad as drivin' on that ice and snow It's a stretch of road... There'd be a tombstone every mile |
Convoy
C. W. McCall Pigpen? C'mon. AH, yeah, ten-four, Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon. YEAH, that's a big ten-four there, Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy's sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June And a Kenworth pullin' logs Cab-over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin' hogs We's headin' for bear on Eye-one-oh 'bout a mile outta Shakeytown I says "Pigpen, this here's Rubber Duck" "And I'm about to put the hammer down" ('cause we got a little ole convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a little ole convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy) AH, breaker, Pigpen, this here's Duck 'n' you wanna back off them hogs? AH, ten-four ABOUT 5 mile or so TEN roger THEM hogs is gettin' INtense up here. By the time we got into Tulsa-town we had 85 trucks in all But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf And them bears 's wall-to-wall Yeah, them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper They even had a bear in the air I says "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck" "We about to go a-huntin' bear" ('cause we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy) AH, you wanna give me a ten-nine on that, Pigpen? Negatory, Pigpen, you're still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy's sake, you better back off another ten Well, we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four Like a rocket-sled on rails We tore up all of our swindle sheets And left 'em settin' on the scales By the time we hit that "Chi-town" Them bears was a-gettin smart They brought up some reinforcements From the "Illinoise" National Guard There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps 'n' rigs of ev'ry size Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears And choppers filled the skies Well, we shot the line, we went for broke With a thousand screamin' trucks And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus In a chartreuse microbus AH, Rubber Duck, this 's Sodbuster. C'mon here YEAH, ten-four, Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that SUICIDE-JOCKEY? YEAH, he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore Prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a doggone dime I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck" "We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll" So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I says "let them truckers roll, ten-four" ('cause we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy) AH, ten-four, Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well, mercy's sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your……..tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. 'bye, 'bye |
Custom Machine
Beach Boys Check my custom machine Well she's metal flake blue with a corvette grill (check my custom machine) And they say it looks better when she's standin' still (check my custom machine) When i step on the gas she goes wa aa aa I'll let you look but don't touch my custom machine Well with naugahyde bucket seats in front and back (check my custom machine) Everything is chrome, man, even my jack (check my custom machine) When i step on the gas she goes wa aa aa I'll let you look but don't touch my custom machine With stereophonic speaker set with fibrosonic sound (check my custom machine) Magnesium spokes, it stands an inch off the ground (check my custom machine) When i step on the gas she goes wa aa aa I'll let you look but don't touch my custom machine Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo |
in honor of bones' new car:
Mustang Sally Los Lobos Mustang Sally, Guess you better slow your Mustang down. Mustang Sally, my baby, Guess you better slow your Mustang down. You been a runnin' all over the town now, Guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground. All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) One of these early mornings I'm gonna be wipin' those weepin' eyes. I bought you a brand new Mustang, it was a natural sixty-five. Now you comin' right signifyin' a woman, Girl you won't, won't let me ride. Mustang Sally, now baby, Guess you better slow that Mustang down. You been a runnin' all over the town, Oh, I gotta put your flat feet on the ground. All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) All you wanna do is a ride around, Sally (RIDE SALLY RIDE) One of these early mornings, I'm gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes. |
Drive In
Beach Boys Ooo wah Ooo wah Everytime i have a date there's only one place to go That's to the drive in It's such a groovy place to talk and maybe watch a show Down at the drive in Forget about the plot, it'll do very well But make sure you see enough so you're prepared to tell About the drive in (ooo wah) I love the drive in (we love the drive in, we love the drive in) If the windows get fogged you'll have to take a breath (oooooooo waah oooo) Down at the drive in (wah wah ooooooo) Or the cat dressed in white will scare you both to death Down at the drive in A big buttered popcorn and an extra large coke A few chili dogs and man i'm goin' broke Down at the drive in (ooo wah) Yeah at the drive in (we love the drive in, we love the drive in) Don't sneak your buddies in the trunk 'cause they might get caught By the drive in (wah wah wah ooooooo) And they'd look kinda stupid gettin' chased through the lot (wah ooooooo) Around the drive in If you say you watch the movie you're a couple o' liars And "remember only you can prevent forest fires" Down at the drive in (ooo wah) I love the drive in (we love the drive in, we love the drive in) Down at the drive in (ooo wah) I love the drive in (we love the drive in, we love the drive in) Down at the drive in (ooo wah) I love the drive in (we love the drive in, we love the drive in) |
DRIVING MY LIFE AWAY
Eddie Rabbit Well the midnight headlight find you on a rainy night steep grade up ahead slow me down makin no time gotta keep rollin those windshield wipers slappin out a tempo keepin perfect rhythm with the song on the radio gotta keep rollin CHORUS ooh, I'm driving my life away, looking for a better way, for me ooh, I'm driving my life away. looking for a sunny day Well the truck stop cutie comin on to me tried to talk me into a ride said I wouldn't be sorry but she was just a baby Well waitress pour me another cup of coffee pop me down, jack me up, shoot me out headin down the highway lookin for the morning Chorus verse 1 chorus |
FEEDBACK OUT ON HIGHWAY 101
Johnny Winter Feedback out on Highway 101. Feedback out on Highway 101. Cruisin' easy, and your favorite DJ havin' fun. Look out, stand back, there's a fool out on the road. Look out, stand back, there's a fool out on the road. Had one too many drinks and he just may overload. Stand back. Night time cruisin' 'long, cruisin' along. Night time cruisin', night time cruisin' along. You don't see the setting sun [even 'fore the mornin' come ??]. Feedback, feedback out on Highway 101. Feedback, feedback, feedback, feedback out on Highway 101. Cruisin' easy and your favorite DJ is havin' fun. Feedback, feedback, feedback, feedback, feedback out on Highway, Highway 101. |
FORD ECONOLINE
Nanci Griffith She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour She had a husband on her bumper She had five restless children She was singing sweet as a mockingbird in that Ford Econoline (chorus ) She's the salt of the earth Straight from the bosom of the Mormon church With a voice like wine Cruising along in that Ford Econoline Now her husband was a gambler, he was a Salt Lake City rambler He built a golden cage around his silver-throated wife Too many nights he left her crying with his cheating and his lying But his big mistake was him buying her that Ford Econoline (repeat chorus twice) Now she sings her songs around this country From Seattle to Montgomery Those kids are grown and that rounder knows You cannot cage your wife Along the back roads of our nation, she's become a living legend She drives a Coupe DeVille but her heart rides still In that Ford Econoline She drives a Coup DeVille but her heart rides still In that Ford Econoline |
FUN, FUN, FUN
The Beach Boys Well she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And with the radio blasting Goes cruising just as fast as she can now And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away) Well the girls can't stand her 'Cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now (You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace) She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now (You look like an ace now you look like an ace) A lot of guys try to catch her But she leads them on a wild goose chase now (You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace) And she'll have fun, fun, fun 'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away) Well you knew all along That your dad was getting wise to you now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) And since he took your set of keys You've been thinking that your fun is all through now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) But you can come along with me 'Cause we got a lot of things to do now (You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied) And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) And we'll have fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away (Fun, fun, fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away) (7x) |
will this work?
She's A Rainbow Rolling Stones She comes in colors ev'rywhere, she combs her hair She's like a rainbow, coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere, she comes in colors She comes in colors ev'rywhere, she combs her hair She's like a rainbow, coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere, she comes in colors Have you seen her dressed in blue? See the sky in front of you And her face is like a sail, speck of white so fair and pale Have you seen a lady fairer? Have you seen her all in gold? Like a queen in days of old She shoots her colors all around like a sunset going down Have you seen a lady fairer? She comes in colors ev'rywhere, she combs her hair She's like a rainbow, coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere, she comes in colors She's like a rainbow, coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere, she comes in colors |
Gold
John Stewart When the lights go down in the California town, People are in for the evening. I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar, My heart beatin' time with my breathin'. Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul, There's people out there turnin' music into gold. Well my buddy Jim Bass he's a-workin' pumpin gas, And he makes two fifty for an hour. He's got rythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans, Sings rock and roll in the shower. Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul, There's people out there turnin' music into gold. Ah the California girls are the greatest in the world, Each one's a song in the making. Singin' rock to me I can hear the melody, The story is there for the takin'. Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul, There's people out there turnin' music into gold. Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul, There's people out there turnin' music into gold. When the lights go down in the California town, People are in for the evening. I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar, My heart beatin' time with my breathin'. Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul, There's people out there turnin' music into gold. |
não se reprima lyrics by menudo
From the album el reencuentro, 15 años después Sobe, desce, vamos descer Sonha, vive como eu Pula, grita, oh oh oh Não segure muito teus instintos Porque isto não é natural. Saio sério falo a toda Um grito forte quando quero gritar É saudavel relaxar-te Recupera e faz bem a cabeça Por isso canta, dança, grita oh oh oh ... Vai a frente entra numa boa, Porque a vida é uma festa. Não controle, não domine, Não modere tudo isso faz muito mal. Deixe que a mente se relaxe. Faça o que mandar o coração. Por isso canta, dança, grita oh oh oh ... Não se reprima, Não se reprima, Não se reprima. Não se reprima, Não se reprima, pode gritar. Não se reprima, Não se reprima, Não se reprima. Dança, canta, sobe, desce, vive, corre, pula como eu. Canta, dança sem parar Sobe, desce, vamos descer Sonha, vive como eu Pula, grita, oh oh oh Chega de fugir, de se esconder E de deixar a vida pra depois. Não percebi mas o mundo gira O tempo corre nada vai te esperar Entre de cabeça nos teus sonhos, Só assim você vai ser feliz. Por isso canta, dança, grita oh oh oh ... Não se reprima, Não se reprima, Não se reprima. Não se reprima, Não se reprima, pode gritar. Não se reprima, Não se reprima, Não se reprima. Não se reprima, Não se reprima, Não se reprima. Não se reprima, Não se reprima, pode gritar. |
G.T.O.
Ronnie & The Daytonas Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389 Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GT") wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa Gonna save all my money (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and buy a GTO (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) Get a helmet and a roll bar (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and I'll be ready to go (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) Take it out to Pomona (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and let 'em know (turnin' it on, blowin' it out), yeah, yeah That I'm the coolest thing around Little buddy, gonna shut you down When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GT) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GT) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GT) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa FADE |
I'M A TRUCK
Bob Stanton Hello I'm a truck You've heard songs about truck drivers many times their stories told How they pulled out of Pittsburg for six days on the road Bout the Feather River Canyon and climbin' the old grapevine That old roadhouse down in Texas and the girls they've left behind You've heard their tales of daring and I think that's just fine But if you can spare a minute well I'd like to tell you mine There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks No double clutching gear jaming coffee drinking nuts They'll drive their way to glory and they have all the luck There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks Well there he sits in that cafe drinking coffee and telling lies Prob'ly telling 'em how to talk that hill ten miles back Telling 'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagen full of hippies Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks or how we took that curve over on 66 Han't-a been for me hanging on the shoulder we'd both wound up in the ditch If we're on time he takes the credit if we're late I get the blame Up those hills with shutters open my stacks are running flame My stack a running red light sucking diesel from the tanks I take him south and bring him back without a word of thanks So now you've heard my story and I guess it's my tough luck There'd be no truck drivers if it wadn't for us trucks There'd be no truck drivers... Look at him sipping coffee and flirtin' with that waitress And where do you think he left me that's right next to cattle truck (mooo) Why couldn't we have put me next to that little pink mack sittin' over there Gosh she's got pretty mud flaps and talk about stracked they're both chromed Well he'll be coming out in a minute and he'll get that bar And he'll go around and beat on my tires You know for two pints of diesel I'd have a flat on the inside dual Ha that fixed him I never did like the way he drives anyhow Thainks he's God's gift to waitresses he never gives 'em a tip Well I know what he's gonna do now he's gonna take out The tape cartridge of Back Owens and play it again I don't know why he don't get a Merle Haggard tape |
HEAVEN IS IN THE BACK SEAT OF MY CADILLAC
Hot Chocolate Heaven's in the back seat of my cadillac - Let me take you there yeah yeah. Heaven's in the back seat of my cadillac - Let me take you there yeah yeah. Can't stand it can't stand it Baby When I'm close to you I wanna touch you There are people ev'rywhere people who like to stare Can't take it Baby let's get outta here. Heaven's in the back seat of my cadillac - . . . Let's do it let's do it Baby Let's go for a ride out in the countryside. Just me and you far from the city lights That's much too bright for this kinda lovin'. Heaven's in the back seat of my cadillac - . . . Makin' love makin' love with you Is such a beautiful thing to do. Makin' love makin' love with you Is such a wonderful thing with me and moonlight. Heaven's in the back seat of my cadillac - . . . Let's do it let's do it Baby Let's go for a ride out in the countryside. There are people ev'rywhere people who like to stare Can't take it Baby let's get outta here. Makin' love makin' love with you . . . |
HEY, LITTLE COBRA
The Rip-Chords Hey, Little Cobra, don't you know you're gonna to shut 'em down I took my Cobra down to the track, hitched to the back of my Cadillac, Everyone was there just a waiting for me There were plenty of Stingrays and XKEs, Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike Spring Little Cobra with all your might Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike Spring Little Cobra with all your might Hey, Little Cobra, don't you know you are going to shut them down When the flag went down, you could hear rubber burn, The Stingray pulled me going into the turn I hung a big shift, and I got into high, When I when I flew by the Stingray, I waved bye bye. Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike Spring Little Cobra with all your might Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike Spring Little Cobra with all your might Hey, Little Cobra, Don't you know you are going to shut 'em down Around the turn into the straight away I was blowing off everything that got in my way, Stingrays and Jags were so far behind I took my Cobra out of gear and let it coast to the line. Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike Spring Little Cobra with all your might Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike Spring Little Cobra with all your might Hey, Little Cobra, Don't you know you are going to shut 'em down Shut'em down, shut'em down, shut'em down... |
Hot Rod Hearts
Robbie Dupree Ten miles east of the highway Hot sparks burnin the night away Two lips touchin together Cheek to cheek, sweatshirt to sweater Young love, born in a back seat Two hearts pound out a backbeat Headlights, somebody's comin Got to move, keep on a runnin With the hot rod hearts Out on the boulevard tonight Here come those hungry sharks Up from the bottom for another bite Schoolgirl brushes her hair back Blue jeans can't hide the bare facts Bad boy knows where to find her Runs the light, sneaks up behind her True believers livin on the borderline They're just dreamers killin time (They're just killin time) Killin time, killin time (They're just killin time Out on the borderline Times are hard) Times are hard for those hot rod hearts Out on the boulevard tonight Here come those hungry sharks Up from the bottom for another bite Girl with the hot rod hearts tonight Girl with the hot rod hearts tonight Keep runnin with the hot rod hearts Out on the boulevard tonight |
I GET AROUND
The Beach Boys Round, round get around I get around Yeah Get around round, round I get around I get around Get around round, round I get around From town to town Get around round, round I get around I'm a real cool head Get around round, round I get around I'm making real good bread I'm getting bugged driving up and down the same old strip I got to find new place where the kids are hip My buddies and me are getting real well known Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone I get around Get around round, round I get around From town to town Get around round, round I get around I'm a real cool head Get around round, round I get around I'm making real good bread Get around round, round I get around I get around Round Get around round, round oooo We always take my car cause it's never been beat And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night I get around Get around round, round I get around From town to town Get around round, round I get around I'm a real cool head Get around round, round I get around I'm making real good bread Get around round, round I get around I get around Round Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Round, round get around I get around Get around round, round I get around (2x) Get around round, round I get around Oooo ooo ooo Get around round, round I get around Ahh ooo ooo Get around round, round I get around Ahh ooo ooo Get around round, round I get around Ahh ooo ooo |
In My Car
The Beach Boys When I'm behind the wheel Horses of gas and steel The highway is my home In fiberglass and chrome Fantasy car shiny Corvette Let's take a ride you can't forget Come on pretty lady ride with me In my car I'm captain of my destiny In my car Pretty babe come cruise with me Come for a drive And we'll arrive Feelin' alive I'm master of my fate When I accelerate My new Vette is my throne When on the road we roam we roam we roam roam Cruisin' like we're in a dream Feelin' like we're still sixteen Being a part of the great American scene In my car I'm captain of my destiny In my car Pretty babe come cruise with me Come for a drive And we'll arrive Feelin' alive Cruise cruise cruise with me baby Now move move up in the stratosphere Zoom zoom zoom with me darlin' now We're still cruisin' after all these Cruisin' after all these years Wind blowing in my hair I feel like a millionaire Radio is blasting strong We're breaking out in song Blazing trails both near and far Park my car behind a star Life is full of possibilities In my car I'm captain of my destiny In my car Oh pretty babe come cruise with me Come for a drive And we'll arrive Feelin' alive In my car I'm captain of my destiny In my car Oh pretty babe come cruise with me |
JOYRIDE
P. Simonon / G. Myrick Stolen car jumps red lights Twisted wire sparks new life Need no keys, hot wire that car Hijack and blow Hijack and blow And go like ... Speeding under city lights Highway winding through the night Burn that fuel, speed up that motion Joyride that car Joyride that car And don't get... Wheels are sliding Speeds exciting Ride like lightning Crash like thunder... Headlights sweep the road Burning through the avenue Hit the brakes, don't lose control Joyride that car Joyride that car |
JOYRIDE
Ray Wylie Hubbard Y' understand I was not lookin' whereby to fall in love I'd come downtown to check out a band at The Continental Club A Mamie Van Doren-lookin' woman come in the door She was untamed youth rebellion and truth and so much more I don't know if she had seen the light, she seemed at home in the dark Her eyes met mine and it was like the time they split the atom apart She could have had any biker in the bar but she come up to me She said "You're done sleeping around, from now on you're with me" Y' understand I did not know if this was my last or my lucky day She said "You wanna go for a joy ride or you wanna stay here and pray" I thought about my choices and I guess I could have said no But it was just a band I'd come to see, so I mumbled "Let's go" She had an old Camaro--naugahyde tuck and roll She said "You can't live down in Texas if you don't have a lot of soul" The stereo was blasting "Mendocino" by Doug Sahm She said "Fasten your seatbelt, you're with me from now on" Understand I was not sleeping at the next day's sunrise Me and this joy ride angel were up all night it's no surprise When we got to her house she said "Go on and take off your shoes. I don't smoke afterwards I prefer to listen to blues" "I know you're an old roots rocker and that's a compliment When she said "Do you want to hear some Slim Harpo," I knew she was heaven sent In her fine presence is where I want to be I'm done sleeping around, from now on she's with me... |
LEADER OF THE PACK
The Shangri-Las [spoken] Is she really going out with him? Well, there she is. Let's ask her. Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing? Mm-hmm Gee, it must be great riding with him Is he picking you up after school today? Uh-uh By the way, where'd you meet him? I met him at the candy store He turned around and smiled at me You get the picture? (yes, we see) That's when I fell for (the leader of the pack) My folks were always putting him down (down, down) They said he came from the wrong side of town (whatcha mean when ya say that he came from the wrong side of town?) They told me he was bad But I knew he was sad That's why I fell for (the leader of the pack) One day my dad said, "Find someone new" I had to tell my Jimmy we're through (whatcha mean when ya say that ya better go find somebody new?) He stood there and asked me why But all I could do was cry I'm sorry I hurt you (the leader of the pack) [spoken] He sort of smiled and kissed me goodbye The tears were beginning to show As he drove away on that rainy night I begged him to go slow But whether he heard, I'll never know Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out! I felt so helpless, what could I do? Remembering all the things we'd been through In school they all stop and stare I can't hide the tears, but I don't care I'll never forget him (the leader of the pack) The leader of the pack - now he's gone The leader of the pack - now he's gone The leader of the pack - now he's gone The leader of the pack - now he's gone |
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Bones is gone! He was the leader of the pack! *soooobbb* |
LITTLE DEUCE COUPE
The Beach Boys Ford flathead hotrod street rod hot rod chrome restore car classic vintage antique Little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got Little deuce Coupe You don't know what I got Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town When something comes up to me he don't even try If she had a set of wings then I know she could fly She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill But she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy And comin' off the line when the light turns green Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer When I get rubber in all four gears She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got (My little deuce coupe) (You don't know what I got) She's my little deuce coupe You don't know what I got |
LORD, MR. FORD
Jerry Reed Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching, four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention; I'm about to sing your song son. Well, I'm not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will and hold a grudge But I think it's time I said me a few choice words All about that demon automobile A metal box with the polyglass wheel The end result to the dream of Henry Ford Well, I've got a car that's mine alone That me and the finance company own A ready made pile of manufactured grief And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain I'm a-changing a flat in a hurricane I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf Well, it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam That makes me the bitter fool I am But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death For gas and oils and fluids and grease And wires and tires and anti-freeze And them accessories, well honey that's something else Well, you can get a stereo tape and a color tv Get a backseat bar and reclining seats And just pay once a month, like you do your rent Well, I figured it up and over a period of time This four thousand dollar car of mine Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become Well, it seems your contribution to man To say the least, got a little out of hand Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done Now the average American father and mother Own one whole car and half another And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, don't you? But the thing that amazes me I guess Is the way we measure a man's success By the kind of an automobile he can afford to buy Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas Well, now all the car's placed end to end Would reach to the moon and back again And there'd probably be some fool pull out to pass Well now, how I yearn for the good old days Without that carbon monoxide haze A-hanging over the roar of the interstate Well, if the Lord that made the moon and stars Would have meant for me and you to have cars He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking space Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become Well, it seems your contribution to man To say the least, got a little out of hand Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you done Come away with me Lucille In my smoking, choking automobile |
LOW RIDER
War All my friends know the low rider The low rider is a little higher Low rider drives a little slower Low rider is a real goer Low rider knows every street yeah! Low rider is the one to meet yeah! Low rider don't use no gas now Low rider don't drive to fast Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip and see Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip with me |
MASTER MECHANIC
Johnny Winter Oh, you say your Caddy ain't been driven right Oh, you say you don't want that thing idling all night Oh, let me work on it baby–I'll fix it up for you I'll have your motor, purring like a kitten–girl when I get through Chorus: Don't you panic, don't you know I'm a master mechanic Oh, darling don't you panic baby, cause oh, I'm a master mechanic Oh you say your generator ain't a working too fine You tell me you need your front end aligned Yeah, you don't have to worry–I'll take care of that, ha I'll start your radiator pump steaming, I'll adjust your thermostat Chorus: Darling don't you panic, you know I'm a master mechanic Oh darling don't panic, you know I'm a...I'm a master mechanic (you know what I'm talking about) Guitar Solo You say you ain't had a good tune-up in a long, long while I give you good service with a smile I'll stop all your problems, if you let me under your hood I'll change your oil, I'll fix it up–oh, I'll lubricate it good, ah Chorus: Don't you panic, oh, I'm a master mechanic No don't you panic, 'cause I'm a master mechanic I'm a master mechanic Yes, and if you let me under your hood, baby–I'm gonna show you what I can do Yeah— Yeah, I'm gonna fix your generator Yeah, I'm gonna tune up that engine for you too Put some acid in your battery Put some air in your spare I'm gonna get sassy with your chassis You know what I'm talking about, honey |
MAYBELLINE
Chuck Berry Maybelline, why can't you be true? Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybelline in a coup de ville A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford The cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side Maybelline, why can't you be true? Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do Pink in the mirror on top of the hill It's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill First thing I saw that Cadillac grille Doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill Offhill curve, a downhill stretch Me and that Cadillac neck by neck Maybelline, why can't you be true? Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more It then got cloudy and it started to rain I tooted my horn for a passin' lead The rain water blowin' all under my hood I knew that was doin' my motor good Maybelline, why can't you be true? Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do The motor cooled down, the heat went down And that's when I heard that highway sound The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still And I caught Maybelline at the top of the hill Maybelline, why can't you be true? Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do |
I. Paradise
Boy: I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday Parking by the lake And there was not another car in sight And I never had a girl Looking any better than you did And all the kids at school They were wishing they were me that night And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon! Hold on tight! C'mon! Hold on tight! Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light Girl: Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed Ain't no doubt about it Baby got to go and shout it Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Boy: Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely dressed Baby doncha hear my heart You got it drowning out the radio I've been waiting so long For you to come along and have some fun And I gotta let ya know No you're never gonna regret it So open up your eyes I got a big surprise It'll feel all right Well I wanna make your motor run And now our bodies are oh so close and tight It never felt so good, it never felt so right And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife C'mon! Hold on tight! C'mon! Hold on tight! Though it's cold and lonley in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light Paradise by the dashboard light You got to do what you can And let Mother Nature do the rest Ain't no doubt about it We were doubly blessed Cause we were barely seventeen And we were barely-- We're gonna go all the way tonight We're gonna go all the way An tonight's the night... Radio Broadcast: Ok, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here, two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, there's the wind-up and there it is, a line shot up the middle, look at him go. This boy can really fly! He's rounding first and really turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out! No, wait, safe--safe at second base, this kid really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch-- he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt-- safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher glance over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third base line, the suicide squeeze in on! Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close, here's the throw, there's the play at the plate, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it! II. Let Me Sleep On It Girl: Stop right there! I gotta know right now! Before we go any further--! Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? Do you love me!? Will you love me forever!? Do you need me!? Will you never leave me!? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life!? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife!? I gotta know right now Before we go any further Do you love me!!!? Will you love me forever!!!? Boy: Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning Girl: I gotta know right now! Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? I gotta know right now! Before we go any further Do you love me? And will you love me forever? Boy: Let me sleep on it Baby, baby let me sleep on it Let me sleep on it And I'll give you my answer in the morning Let me sleep on it!!! Girl: Will you love me forever? Boy: Let me sleep on it!!! Girl: Will you love me forever!!! III. Praying for the End of Time Boy: I couldn't take it any longer Lord I was crazed And when the feeling came upon me Like a tidal wave I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave That I would love you to the end of time I swore that I would love you to the end of time! So now I'm praying for the end of time To hurry up and arrive Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you I don't think that I can really survive I'll never break my promise or forget my vow But God only knows what I can do right now I'm praying for the end of time It's all that I can do Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!! Boy: It was long ago and it was far away and it was so much better than it is today Girl: It never felt so good It never felt so right And we were glowing like A metal on the edge of a knife |
(better you than me, pete...)
MOTORCYCLE MAMA Sailcat Tell your Daddy and your Mama too. You got something better to do. Stick around the house the rest of your life. Your eighteen you can do what you like. You'll be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mama. We'll see the world through my Harley. We'll get matching jackets and helmets too. We'll get respect from the towns we ride through. We'll sleep at the roadside in the soft green grass And if the squares walk by we'll let them pass. You'll be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mama. We'll see the world through my Harley. And maybe in a year or two, We'll have a little one, she'll look just like you. We'll add on a sidecar, electric guitar. We'll be a trio, the baby makes three, oh. Tell your Daddy and your Mama too. You got something better to do. Stick around the house the rest of your life. Your eighteen you can be my wife. You'll be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mama. We'll see the world through my Harley. We'll see the world through my Harley. We'll see the world through my Harley if the chain don't break! |
NIGHT MOVES
Bob Seger I was a little too tall could've used a few pounds tight pants points hardly reknown she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes and points all her own sitting way up high way up firm and high Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy workin' on mysteries without any clues workin' on our night moves tryin' to make some front page drive-in news workin' on our night moves in the summertime in the sweet summertime We weren't in love, oh no, far from it we weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit we were just young and restless and bored livin' by the sword and we steal away every chance we could to the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods I used her, she used me but neither one cared we were gettin' our share workin' on our night moves tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues workin' on our night moves and it was summertime And oh the wonder we felt the lightning and we waited on the thunder waited on the thunder I woke last night to the sound of thunder how far off I sat and wondered started humming a song from 1962 ain't it funny how the night moves when you just don't seem to have as much to lose strange how the night moves with autumn closing in |
OL' 55
Tom Waits Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks, Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer, Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger. And it's six in the morning, gave me no warning; I had to be on my way. Well there's trucks all a-passing me, and the lights are all flashing, I'm on my way home from your place. And now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks, Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a-wishing I'd stayed a little longer, Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger. And my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I pulled away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. Now the sun's coming up, I'm riding with Lady Luck, Freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks... |
PHANTOM 309
Red Sovine I was out on the west coast Trying to make a buck and Things didn't work out I was down on my luck Got tired of roamin' And bummin' around So I started thumin' Back east toward My hometown Made a lot of miles The first two days And I figured I'd be Home in a week If my luck held this way But the third night I got Stranded way out of town At a cold lonely Crossroad rain was pouring down I was hungry and freezing Done caught a chill And the lights of a big semi Topped the hill Lord I was sure glad to Hear them ol' air brakes come on Then I climbed in that cab Where I knew it would be warm At the wheel sat a big man He weighed about 210 He stuck out his hand And said with a grin Big Joe's the name And I told him mine And he said the name Of my rig is Phantom 309 I asked him why he called His rig such a name Son, he said, This old Mac can put them all to shame There ain't a driver or a rig On any line that has seen Anything but tail lights From Phantom 309 Well we rode and talked the Better part of the night When the lights of a truckstop Came into sight He said I'm sorry son This is as far as you go Cuz I got to make a turn Just on up the road Well he tossed me a dime As he put her in low And said have yourself a hot Cup on ol' Joe When Joe and his rig Roared out into the night In nothing flat he was Clean out of sight Well I went inside and Ordered me a cup Told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up Ah you could have heard a pin drop It got deathly quite The waiters face turned kind of white What, did I say something wrong I said with a halfway grin He said, naw this happens Every now and again Every driver in here knows Big Joe But son let me tell you what Happened about 10 years ago At the crossroads tonight Where you flagged him down There was a bus load of kids A commin' from town And they were right in the middle When Big Joe topped the hill They could have been slaughtered But he turned his wheels Well Joe lost control Went into a skid Gave his life to save That bunch of kids And there at that crossroads Was the end of the line for Big Joe and Phantom 309 But every now and then Some hiker will come by And like you Big Joe will Give them a ride Here have another cup And forget about the dime Keep it as a souvenir from Big Joe and Phantom 309. |
RAPID ROY (THE STOCK CAR BOY)
Jim Croce CHORUS: Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say Baby He got another on that just say Hey But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He's the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin' 'shine outa Alabam' Oh the Demolition Derby And the Figure Eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin' from the man In Oklahoma City With a 500 gallon tank (Repeat Chorus) Yea Roy so cool That racin' fool he don't know what fear's about He do a hundred thirty mile an hour Smilin' at the camera With a toothpick in his mouth He got a girl back home Name of Dixie Dawn But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear 'em screamin' For that dirt track demon In a '57 Chevrolet (Repeat Chorus) |
I was wondering when "little cobra" was gonna show!!!
one of my fav's Bad Habit Offspring Hey man, you know I'm really okay the gun in my hand will tell you the same but when I'm in my car, don't gimme no crap 'cause the slightest thing and I just might snap when I go driving, I stay in my lane but getting cut off, it makes me insane reach in the glove box, reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride (chorus) I guess I got a bad habit of blowin away yeah yeah I gotta bad habbit yeah yeah and it ain't goin' away yeah yeah well they say the road's a dangerous place if you flip me off I'm the danger you'll face you drive on my ass your foot's on the gas and your next breath is your last guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away yeah yeah I got a bad habit yeah yeah and it ain't goin away yeah yeah drivers are rude such attitudes but when I show my piece complaints cease something's odd I feel like I'm god you stupid dumbshit goddam mutherfucker I open the glove box reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride guess I got a bad habit of blowin' away yeah yeah I got a bad habit yeah yeah and it ain't goin away yeah yeah |
ROAD HOG
John D. Loudermilk Have you ever been driving down the road And come up on a fella who was just poking along, Straddlin' the white line And when you try to pass him he'd speed up Ha ha, well around here we call this fella a Road Hog This is a story about him and his eventual end Well me and my buddy went a ridin' last night Me and my buddy went a ridin' last night We topped a hill and we saw his lights Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do When we saw him we almost died When we saw him we almost died He was a comin' at us on our side Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do My buddy said that fella sure come mighty near Probably some learner who don't know how to steer And then I saw his lights a comin' up in my mirror Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do He passed us a goin' bout a hundred I guess He passed us a goin' bout a hundred I guess And then he slowed down to twenty or less Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do I tooted my horn and I started to pass I blinked my lights and I started to pass And then that Road Hog stepped on the gas Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do You'd better get him up some money for bail You'd better get him up some money for bail Cause tomorrow morning he will be in jail Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do The boys will have him in the morning behind bars The boys will have him in the morning behind bars Cause I'm the County Sheriff in my unmarked car ha ha ha Road Hog beep beep do do do do Road Hog beep beep do do do do |
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