We're an American Band

Driving in the south, the motor's on fire

Let's put it out, before the flames go higherMonday matinee, in pull we are life's throb

So hard to choose between conceit and rockSome college in the spring, the sound is all wrong

Reset the mate to our Flamin Groovies songDriving, night again, they're late, car crash

We'll turn to look unless we're going too fast