The Foxboro Hot Tubs - Highway 1 lyrics

I'm on a midnight d**h trip I'm on a mission from God A stolen car and a d**h wish To hell on Highway 1 Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more C'mon! I've got my blues, gonna make a racket Nothing to lose but this strait jacket on too tight I'm alive! As the wind comes off the ocean And my hair is combed just right I'm in a stolen locomotion Straight out of 1965 So, pa** the bottle, a hundred miles per hour I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more C'mon! I've got my friends and a sharkskin jacket Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die I'm alive! Whoo! Well, on the night before the supper And I'm gonna smash the gla** just right So, give me one good dose of thunder Before I fall on my a** tonight Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more C'mon! I've got my blues, gonna make a racket Nothing to lose but this strait jacket on too tight I'm alive! C'mon! Ha ha ha!