Three miles down the highway in a Chevy '69
Were a pair of crazy eyeballs jumpin' left and right in time
To an eight-track tape playin' Foghat and Jethro Tull
And a gasoline-soaked hand shiftin' a little plastic skull
And on the arm, a blue tattoo that read "I'm a son of a bitch!"
A map open on the front seat--leather, black as pitch
One foot slammed on the gas--no shoe, just an argyle sock
And that car was screamin' wild down the highway, like lightning
Toward the roadblock
Right towards the roadblock
Three miles down the highway in a Chevy '69
Were a pair of crazy eyeballs jumpin' left and right in time
To an eight-track tape playin' Foghat and Jethro Tull
And a gasoline-soaked hand shiftin' a little plastic skull
And on the arm, a blue tattoo that read "I'm a son of a bitch!"
A map open on the front seat--leather, black as pitch
One foot slammed on the gas--no shoe, just an argyle sock
And that car was screamin' wild down the highway, like lightning
Toward the roadblock
Right towards the roadblock
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