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buck 65 - wicked and weird lyrics

driving with a yellow dog, i95
he’s got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes
up at a decent hour, i never ate yet
got a little johnny cash in the old tape deck
nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs
blanket on the back seat we’re in rough shape
sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape
looking for a gas station, better make a list
fill’er up with regular, i need to take a p-ss
s-xy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel
top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield
not a care in the world, not a how, and a why
no destination, not a cloud in the sky
back on the road not a moment too soon
dish ran away with some other spoon

wicked & wierd i’m a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
wicked & wierd i’m a rat fish
trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
(repeat x2)

hole in the m-ffler, ghosts on the shoulder
cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder
to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench
been thinking about brushing up on my french
right there in the glove box, if you should look
you’ll find 40 parking tickets and a copy of the good book
don’t bother looking, you’ll never find me
i’m starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me

wicked & wierd i’m a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
wicked & wierd i’m a rat fish
trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
(repeat x2)

wicked, wicked, wicked and weird

christ almighty, there’s a rattle in the wheel well
dog fell asleep and man, i don’t feel well
but all i need is a half decent breakfast
and i’ll be back at it, dirty and reckless

5 o’clock shadow, lips like mudflaps
hands like eagle’s talons, eyes like hub caps
the further i get, i keep going faster
whispers in the wind, and cows in the pasture
i have no plans and nothing to prove either
i eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre

the highway’s a story teller, i just write it down
already been beaten, there’s no way to fight it now
i just kick back and keep warm on the cold days
and laugh ’cause it ain’t like it was in the old days
i figure when i make it to the heavenly gates
they’ll be working on my car and playing 78’s

wicked & wierd i’m a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
wicked & wierd i’m a rat fish
trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
(repeat x2)

- buck 65 lyrics

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