I had 40 miles left to ride and the engine barked at the wind, she said I had to stop, but I had no brakes, have you got what it takes, and I took that curve at 100 miles, and we just swerved all over the road.
A do, do, do and my, my, my, you were boogie woogie sugar cane, in my eye, but she ain't no Georgia peach pill, I was diggin' the Cadillac, but she was getting love. Just put the hammer down and fly, blow off the doors and roll up another city limit and the engine barked at the wind, she said I had to stop, but the gators just popped.
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