(whistling) Yes, we're driving
I have petrol in my blood and when I've smoked weed,
I have to go out on the road and then give it gas,
YES 180 an hour and then I'm comfortable,
speed and pace and festivity.
Rolling down the street in my old rusty Fiat (push push)
And is there a pheasant on ¥ the road yes, so it's splat.
I run over everything, both fox and she and cat
because I'm the psychopath behind a wheel.
Go r you with reflexes and think it saves life
Then you've never met me when I'm dead stiff (dyyt dyt)
I drive ahead of red and I give r never sign
you'll get hit by a wreck if you stand in the way (dyyyyyyyyt)
Staurt drives hard because he's crazy in his head
I see a quiet road offers me and now I want to see blood
There are children on the road and it itches on the right foot
And now there is only a spot where the children stood, haaaaaa
because I speed up and make raspberry porridge
I put the video whisperer on for the window it's red (push push)
then run for life when I come, because otherwise you're dead (dytdyt)
and my bumper will be filled with minced meat
you have to be run over, yes, come on just get
out onto the track and meet your Track Man
You'll be torpedoed and your head will be blown off
and if you scratch the paint you'll be damned stroke

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