You got to ease into line boy
But once I hit the open road
I'll be sailing off and on my own You and me in my gt
With those little red lights in front of me
When I go to heaven you know that's where I want to be Would you please fill it up boy
I'd like to stop and catch myself a bite
But I sure hate to leave the road tonight Instrumental in 3 movements: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd gear. And when I'm racing the clock
You know that I would die or k** somebody
Just to move this hunk of steel one more block Spoken (with mild disdain as one gropes for the
Stick): I think I see a little red light in my rear view mirror
A terrific case ensues, resulting in many highway
Statistics and ultimately, the realization of the
Desire expressed in the chorus. rip