Rob Zombie Lyrics
* Two-Lane Blacktop
We've been goin', I'v never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and took her on the track The kinda girl walk The driver don't talk 20 bucks between them just to keep them alive Drivin' Drivin' Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Were goin', goin' to Amrillo A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5 A model and a bagel steels California A glass of a beer, a scot of a rat Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Come on baby, I ain't crazy Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up! Come on baby, do me baby Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Where ya goin', an airport road A clean machine, a real home girl Baracuda, '68 Nothing there, she can wait Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Come on baby, I ain't crazy Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up! Come on baby, do me baby Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin'
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