Turbo Rock — текст песни (The Meatmen)

There`s a good reason to be sure(I`m sure)
At home, and at work, and play.
All I freakin` wanna do is turbo my life away.
I`m a pocket rocket, stick in socket.
Riding hot rails to hell.
Spitting, smoking, flaming, guzzling
Soul`s that already felt.
(Repeat 2x)


Well that was then and how
Hot speed seeds to sow.
Hung with the jacked-up gang.
Novas and Shelby `stangs.
And rockin` 442
Yeah with yer flames of blue.
We`re talkin` monster time.
For macho auto-crime.

(Chorus)
This is the `80`s--high time for Turbo Rock.
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks.


Out on the badlands strip.
Choice blotter acid trip
Our pink slips with the dames
Beelzebub`s to blame.
Ass ends are breaking loose.
Headers a`belching Zeus.
Just night and red-hot blocks
Powerplants double-stock
And then we`d cruise the gut.
And pop a bitchin` nut.
On highway 309
Chug brown props, eight or nine.
And Wanda`s head would bob
Our purple shift ball knob.
Those were the best of times,
Now we`re goin` turbo out of our minds.



(Chorus)

(Instrumental Break)




Dash lights are screaming heat
Hot rubber stuck to street.
On demons, booze, and speed.
There`s nothing else we need.
And major whiplash kick
The Alpine jam blast trick
Now night rides really fly
`Cuz we`re goin` turbo out of our minds.

(2nd Instrumental Break)


(Chorus)



(SFX: Car speeding away)