Turn yer truck around boy
Y'ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
Turn yer truck around boy
Y'ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
You should make a u-turn foe you get y'self killed
Take the bus, leave yoe wheels
Free your mind, leave yoe wheels
Trade in all the rule son
Margarita & Jack take a shot at the wheel
Ye think you own the road son
Got yer radio blarine & yoe vision ain't clear
Gonna shake a few bones,
Gonna bend some steel
Smile in style, leave yoe wheels
Ride yoe high, leave yoe wheels
Take yer time decide son
Riddle the road or be the daddy of her dreams
You got the reapers en his kneez
Make the first the last, gonna finish right here
Yer gonna make a u-turn, foe you get y'self killed
Gonna fill up the tank, gonna get up the hill
Free yoe mind, leave yoe wheels
Ride yoe high, leave yoe wheels