You got to ease into line boy

But once I hit the open road

I'll be sailing off and on my own



You and me in my GT

With those little red lights in front of me

When I go to heaven you know that's where I want to be



Would you please fill it up boy

I'd like to stop and catch myself a bite

but I sure hate to leave the road tonight



Instrumental in 3 movements: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd gear.



And when I'm racing the clock

You know that I would die or kill somebody

just to move this hunk of steel one more block



Spoken (with mild disdain as one gropes for the

stick):



I think I see a little red light in my rear view mirror

A terrific case ensues, resulting in many highway

statistics and ultimately, the realization of the

desire expressed in the chorus. RIP