Mashin` On The Motorway Lyrics

Mashin` On The Motorway lyrics

He just wanted us to call him Captain Da.

 He said you can call me Da-da, whatever that meant.

 

 Out of gas, still burning.

 

 Hey there... who me? Just your friendly neighbourhood speed demon.

 

 I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car 

 'Til there ain't no cars left

 My figures go by with enough dust flying around 

 To make you cry back down and choke half-near to death

 I'm up here on your left.

 

 Sorry about that.

 

 See like you I push the bucket

 I like to burn big

 Like you I've gotta cut all the bullshit I've my life to live

 So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you

 I'm flying like Knight Rider they're trying to keep up

 With their ground on the side of us, size 

 Maybe their still dubs and radio's expired

 Maybe they're tired

 Maybe their abdomen needs to be rewired

 Or something

 

 Fucking asshole! - My bad.

 Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?

 

 See, when the whole things slows down

 You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you your scene

 With the chance to take it... now!

 

 Damn what the fuck're you doing motherfuckin' asshole! - Sorry!

 Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - hey I got yours right here buddy!

 Bite me!

 Dude, what the fuck is your problem!

 (Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!

 Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!

 Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing!

 

 So much hostility...

 Y'all just keep checking your rear windows

 Maybe you'll catch me passing...

 Mashed.

 

 Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off

 Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off

 Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash