Jane Jensen - Highway 90 lyrics

(In all your travel
Remember this: it's a highway to heaven)

I'm driving down Highway 90
Going back for the hair of
That dog that bit me
I'm gonna bite back while I can
Are you my boy? Are you my man?

Driving down Highway 90
And the road becomes a boy, to a bullet
To a brain the sky
All of this gray matter looks like rain

90 90
90 90

Driving down Highway 90, I
Think about a girl, she lives so fast
She coulda been a Supersonic Chica
If she could get off her ass

Driving down Highway 90
I dream about a day at a comic book store
I didn't wanna be a groupie
But, I guess I am a comic book whore

90 90
90 90

Driving down Highway 90
Lock my up in a disco and throw away the key
I wanna be Donna Summer
But, I'll bet she wouldn't wanna be me

Driving down Highway 90 highway 90

Oh 90 90!
90 o-o-o ooh 90!

Driving down Highway 90 highway 90
Driving down Highway 90 highway 90

Driving down Highway 90
Got vivarin in my body and a soda by my side
I'll also be a freak this time next week
Oh, I don't wanna think just drive

Driving down Highway 90

Now just stay on my good side
This car is mean

90 90
Oh 90 90!
Oh 90! 90
90 90!
90! 90 90 90!

Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh
(Buddha does commend me on my auto zen)
Oh, oh oh
(Buddha does commend me on my auto zen)
Oh, oh oh
Buddha does commend me on my auto zen!