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!
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