Rob Zombie - Two-Lane Blacktop lyrics
[Rob Zombie - Two-Lane Blacktop lyrics]
I met a GTO, lunatic on the track
Mechanic don't walk the driver don't talk
20 bucks between them just to keep them alive
Drivin' drivin' drivin' blacktop rollin'
Where ya goin? Going to Amarillo
A zero to a sixty, in a 75
I bought her in a Bakersfield, California
A glass of a beer, a shot of a rye
Come on! Drivin' come on! Drivin'
Come on! Drivin' come on! Drivin'
Come on! Drivin' come on! Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain't crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!
Come on baby, do me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Drivin' come on! Drivin' come on!
Drivin' blacktop rollin'
Where ya goin', an airport road
A clean machine, real home grown
Baracuda, '68 nothing there, she can't wait