| Here they come, in pursuit of speed calling "danger, desire, greed" | |
| Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore | |
| Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more | |
| Bet your mother wouldn't like it. | |
| Mother wouldn't like it | |
| Just like a wet 13 | |
| Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it | |
| Viscious satin say | |
| Here she comes, sagging under her load | |
| TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of | |
| God She's gonna fight in the people's key | |
| Move on over and give me some heat | |
| You know your mother wouldn't like it. | |
| Here they come, so hot their blood starts to boil | |
| Getting hot from the rubber and oil | |
| They come to stay for the chick and flag | |
| Bet out revolver for an auto hag | |
| You know your mother wouldn't like it |