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On a desert road that steamed the sky |
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With the windows up and the air on high |
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I was off the stage, I was on the mend |
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With a solo drive to a holiday weekend |
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My thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop |
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When a wind came hissing through the vents, |
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And I felt my sneakers growing tense |
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My forehead broke in a cold, cold sweat |
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In the rearview mirror was a silhouette |
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Then I heard the doorlocks take a dive |
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And a whisper screamed "Don't turn around, just drive" |
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Scratch! Dressed in red--pointy tail and horn-rimmed head |
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And a widow's peak like Eddie Munster |
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I sat frozen in my seat--"We haven't had the chance to meet... |
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Are you a singing telegram or something?" |
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He just flashed a hellish smile--"Let's go driving for a while" |
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He held something in his hand I'd never seen before |
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It was my Chevrolet's pink slip |
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Scratch! Evil eye |
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"Step on it, boy, if you want to stay alive" he said |
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"Don't look surprised, you know what I want |
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I've lived for years inside your trunk, so drive" he said |
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"Let's get talking business, son--you ain't fooling anyone |
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I know just what you want to be--now it's time to work for me, so drive" |
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If this is a nasty dream |
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I'd prefer to wake up here |
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I believe the point is clear... |
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Scratch! Out of my car! |
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He said "Ha! I've come too far... |
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Besides, I kinda like the velour seatcovers" |
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God, help me! What do I do? |
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"Shut up boy, it's too late for you...now drive! |
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All you phonies get it wrong--double lives take half us long |
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Should have kept your windows clean--now I'm part of this machine |
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You've got a good 80,000 miles left |
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Before the recall..." |
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If this is a nasty dream |
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I believe the point's quite clear |
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I'd prefer to wake up here |
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I started humming Amazing Grace |
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He said "Come on, boy, give me a break" |
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So I hit the brakes with both my feet |
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And sent two horns through the bucket seat |
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Then the locks shut up as the grace came down |
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I said "Here's the keys--I'll be walking back to town..." |
