I got horrors in my luney tunes

I got dreams and you do, too

I got ten wheel drive, pick you up into your ears



I got retake carbine and in my eyelids gear

I got no one to love and no one to fear



You better walk it, and talk it less you loose that beat

You better loose yourself, mama

And rock yourself right off of your feet



If you're moving too fast, don't you want it to last

You better walk it, talk it

You better walk it as you talk less you loose that beat



I got dimes in my shoes, real nice

I got bells that are laid on ice

I got dreams, let me mix it with a little gin



I got cruel when I told you woman, I'm hard

But me is the one thing baby, you ain't got



You better walk it, and talk it less you loose that beat

You better loose yourself, mama

And rock yourself right off of your feet



Yeah, if you're moving too fast, don't you want it to last

You better walk it, talk it

You better walk it as you talk less you loose that beat



You better walk it, and talk it less you loose that beat

You better loose yourself, mama

And rock yourself right off of your feet



Yeah, if you're moving too fast, now don't you want it to last

You better walk it, talk it

You better walk it as you talk less you loose that beat

Ah - ha - ha