Here it comes, here it comes

I can feel the hills exploding

Exploding gracefully

Burning up the freeway

Here it comes



Grass is green at the edge of the bubble

Beautiful kids into beautiful trouble

Well it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you

Oh baby, burn



Fast Toyota, burns rubber

Useless rockers from England

Good times had by all

Just swallow your guilt and your conscience



Blue and white birds stepping hard on the pedal,

Interstate Five runs straight down the middle

And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you

Oh baby, burn