Got hugging little pants and a flashy do. Black boots and a champ belt too. Head man and hes frolicking with the fans. . Wrong look, he will jump in the air.
It's just a jet man rammin' it right home. Gonna ride this motherfucker till I'm gone. I got a mission and I call it speed. Mach 87 baby that's what I need.
With the top down. And a hitcher. And a stream of steady talk. . I got the beat on. And a kerosene bottle. And a light on the cigar. . Light green. Light up the kerosene.
It was a long long hour in a long long year. It took a time to get out of the rut. And now the long gone power got you bendin' over. And it's time to get out of the rut.