marty mone - steer the rear lyrics
steer the rear, heading for beer
side ways down the line
with all the wires sticking out the tires
and we hope to make it on time
with all this power and miles per hour
for no one we will slow
except a girl in town that wagged me down
well, she had me at babbo
listen to the turbo
as it whistles like a breeze
and the engine taking over
like a mouse eating cheese
as i sunk that worn out throttle
and i hear that engine roar
like a lion in the jungle
to our kittens little pore
well, i went to drift after wielding the diff
when the lights turn red to green
when this lovely lass, well, she tried to pass
well, the like i never seen
well, she did grin when i started to spin
when the smoke a little much
well, she says, “you nutter, i love burning rubber
but i think that is your clutch”
but i love the way you roll
steer the rear, heading for beer
side ways down the line
with all the wires sticking out the tires
and we hope to make it on time
with all this power and miles per hour
for no one we will slow
except a girl in town that wagged me down
well, she had me at babbo (here we go!)
listening to the bubbles off the radiator boil
the fan belt is screaming and the barrels roar out for oil
well, you will hear it coming as she is piped with chrome
for cruising through the tunnels and rolling into king of the cone
injection twin+cam turbo, nitro noss remapped
she is that low, she′s kissin’ the road
let′s head to town for a lap
well, the temperature hand is rising
and the fuel hand does drop
but only for she with the nice set of wheels
it never would of stopped
and this is how we roll
steer the rear, heading for beer
side ways down the line
with all the wires sticking out the tires
and we hope to make it on time
with all this power and miles per hour
for no one we will slow
except a girl in town that wagged me down
well, she had me at babbo
steer the rear, heading for beer
side ways down the line
with all the wires sticking out the tires
and we hope to make it on time
with all this power and miles per hour
for no one we will slow
except a girl in town that wagged me down
well, she had me at babbo (alright!)
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