Two Lane Blacktop Songtext

von Rob Zombie

We've been goin', I'v never been at ease.
I met a G.T.O and I took it on the track.
Mechanic don't walk.
The driver don't talk.
20 bucks between them just to keep them alive.

Drivin'(3x)
Blacktop rolling.

Were goin', goin' to Amrillo.
A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5.
A model and a bagel steels California.
A glass of a beer, a scot of a rat.

Come on - Drivin' (3x)
Come on - Drivin' (3x)
Blacktop rolling

Come on baby, i'll be crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up
Come on baby, to me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up

Come on (3x)
Come on (Drivin') (3x)
Blacktop rolling

Where ya goin', an airport road.
A clean machine, a real home girl.
Barracuda, '68.
Nothing there, she can wait.

Come on - Drivin'(3x)
Come on - Drivin'(3x)
Blacktop rolling

Come on baby, ain't be crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up
Come on baby, do me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up

Come on (3x)
Come on (Drivin') (3x)
Blacktop rolling