Here it comes, here it comes
 I can feel the hills exploding
 Exploding gracefully
 Burning up the freeway
 Here it comes
 
 Grass is green at the edge of the bubble
 Beautiful kids into beautiful trouble
 Well it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
 Oh baby, burn
 
 Fast Toyota, burns rubber
 Useless rockers from England
 Good times had by all
 Just swallow your guilt and your conscience
 
 Blue and white birds stepping hard on the pedal,
 Interstate Five runs straight down the middle
 And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
 Oh baby, burn