Burnin' Rubber Tires


With a pickled mind,
We kick the nipple beer.
Steady as a goat,
We're flying over trout.
Getto down the highway
At the speed of light.
All I want to feel now is
The wind in my eyes.
Sack of monkeys in my pocket,
My sister's ready to go.

Hear the engines roar now. (Hear the engines roar now.)
Idiot control now. (Idiot control now.)
Hideous control now. (Hideous control now.)
Midi in control now.
Wheels on fire
Burnin' rubber tires!

(This song is brought to you by the public domain karaoke machine)

What do you think?

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Those MST3K writers were so witty and cleaver.

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IT STINKS!

Oh and Lisa, you came in late!

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Almost as rock as the sidehackin' song...
The flickering needle jumps into red. New York Crawls out of it's bed.

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Makes "California Lady" in "Track of the Moon Beast" sound like "Bridge Over Troubled Water."

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We have taught our 23-month-old to say "It STINKS!" He hasn't quite mastered the hand gesture, but he makes a decent attempt.
I am beaming with pride.

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Good? He's the best! (I'm a Virgin T-Shirt).

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