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, it’s no place to play
Dead Man’s Curve, you best keep away
Dead Man’s Curve, I can hear 'em say
Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve
I’m a-toolin’ down the road about a quarter ‘til nine
Gotta keep a date with this chick of mine
But it’s gettin’ kinda late and I cross the center line Ka-smash
Transfusion, transfusion
I’m just one big ugly mass of contusions
I’m never, never, never gonna speed again
Pump another gallon in me, Alan
Hey Daddy-O, make that Type O
I don’t want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don’t want a tickle
'Cause I’d rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don’t want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
Oh Tokyo, They got some saki, and sashimi, and some clean sheets, Oh, kimono, oh, kimono.
I’ve got your picture, I’ve got your picture
I’d like a million of you all round my cell
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You’ve got me turning up and turning down
And turning in and turning 'round
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Well I’m here looking through an old picture frame
Just waiting for the perfect view
I hope something special will step in to my life
Another fine edition of you
A pin-up done in shades of blue
Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life
The country air and all its joys
But badgers couldn’t compensate at twice the price
For just another night with the boys oh yeah
And boys will be boys, will be boys
They say love’s a gamble, hard to win, easy lose
And while sun shines you’d better make hay
So if life is your table and fate is the wheel
Then let the chips fall where they may
In modern times the modern way
And as I was drifting past the Lorelei
I heard those slinky sirens wail, whooo
So look out sailor when you hear them croon
You’ll never been the same again oh no
Their crazy music drives you insane, this way
Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We’ll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild
So you think I got an evil mind
I tell you honey
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
So you think my singin’s out of time
It makes me money
Wild thing.
You make my heart sing.
You make everything…groovy.
Wild thing, I think I love you.
Can’t stop yawning, clear blue morning
In mourning no more
Come and see the wild things
Just beyond the door
But there’s an old man here who claims that he knew you
In another life
I’m not sure what he said
And could it be that he still thinks you’re his wife
I’ve been waiting seems like eternity
I’ve been waiting, waiting for you
I’m still waiting, if you remember me
I’ll be waiting, waiting for you
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille.
I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight.
I asked my friends about her but all their lips were tight.
Lucille, please, come back where you belong.
I been good to you, baby, please, don’t leave me alone.
Lucille, baby, satisfy my heart.
Lucille, baby, satisfy my heart.
I played for it, baby, and gave you such a wonderful start.
As I was motivatin’ over the hill
I saw Maybelline in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac arollin’ on the open road
Nothin’ will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin’ about ninety five
She’s bumper to bumper, rollin’ side to side
Maybelline, why can’t you be true
Oh Maybelline , why can’t you be true
You done started back doin’ the things you used to do
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep, beep! Beep, beep! His horn went beep, beep, beep.
If you’re on the highway and Road Runner goes beep beep.
Just step aside or might end up in a heap.
Road Runner, Road Runner runs on the road all day.
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways.
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
That coyote is really a crazy clown,
When will he learn he can never mow him down?
Poor little Road Runner never bothers anyone,
Just runnin’ down the road’s his idea of having fun.
Well, I’m running down the road
tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on
my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she’s a friend of mine
Take It easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Come on, climb into my golden cockpit
Love you till you’re seeing stars and stripes
Burning rubber on the Southern highway
Gonna take you for a freedom ride
Get inside!
Wham, bam, thank you man,
Get inside my fucking gold Trans Am
A flag appears mid thunderous cheers
The emblem of the Western land.
Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays “Hail to the chief”,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
They’re already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don’t like killin’
No matter what the reason’s for,
And your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.