All right, your mother don't dig.
All right, your sister don't dig.
All right, you're letting your people down.
Your teacher don't dig, all right
The preacher don't dig, all right
They call me a pig, all right
But you're goin' steady with me
Are you ready for me and my
We're doin' that windy highway
do you know where we'll go?
We're burnin' up gas and rubber
Well, the company's rough
and I'm a dude in the race
And I'm a face and it ain't no
Alright, you gotta get home
Alright, you better sit down
All right, you gotta hold on
All right, you wanna hold me so tight
Cause you're ready to blow
All right, you're itchin' to go
All right, nobody said no
All right, you wanna go skid up the track
Just so you can call yourself
We're doin' that windy highway
We're shootin' it up till you
I'm a fly as a tripe, she ain't slow
We're burnin' up gas and rubber
Well, the company's rough
and I'm a dude in the race
And I'm a fake, so it ain't no disgrace
We're doin' that windy highway
We're shootin' it up till you
And the fly's a try, she ain't slow
We're burnin' up gas and rubber
Well, the company's rough
and I'm a dude in the race
Shooting it up till you know where we'll go
Burning up gas and rubber
Taking our boots and spinny leather stuff
Well, the company's rough
and I'm a dude in the race
do you know where we'll go?
And the flies are dry, she ain't slow
Burning up gas and rubber