I've been out on that open road. You can be my full time daddy, white and gold. Singing blues has been getting old. But you can be my full time baby, hot or cold.
I've been out on that open road. You can be my full time daddy, white and gold. Singing blues has been getting old. But you can be my full time baby, hot or cold.
Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you, baby. Cruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, baby. I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care.
Why? (hey, man!). Who, me? (alright!). Why? (hey, man!). . Feet don't fail me now. Take me to the finish line. Oh, my heart, it breaks every step that I take.