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mashin on the motorway

He just wanted us to call him Captain Da

He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meantHey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed demonI'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car

'Til there ain't no cars left

Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry

Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm going leftSorry about that, see like you I push the bucket

I like to burn big, like, I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live

So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for youI'm flying like Knight Rider, they're trying to keep up

With their grandma outside, on the side

Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're tired

Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired or somethin'My bad

Can you believe some of the drivers, they let out here on the roadSee, whole things slows down, you're gonna find that clown

Who's gonna give you your scene with the chance to take it nowSo much hostility, y'all just keep checking your rear windows

Maybe you'll catch me passing, mashedCut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em off

Cut 'em, cut 'em, c-c-cut 'em, cut 'em off, cut, cut

Cut 'em, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut 'em, cut, cut, cut 'em

Cut 'em off in crash

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