The Tragically Hip - Blow at High Dough lyrics
[The Tragically Hip - Blow at High Dough lyrics]
They shot a movie once in my hometown
Everybody was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing
Well, I ain't no movie star but
I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything
Get it out, get it all out, yeah
Stretch that thing
Make it last, make it last
At least till the supper bell rings
Well, the taxi driver liked his rhythm
Never liked the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion
Then something just threw him off
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But, you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Whoo, baby, I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense, no, it makes no sense
But I'll take it free any time
Whoever fit's her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing
How'd she move so fast, move so fast
Into that wedding ring?
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But, you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well, I can't catch her but
I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything
Well, I can get behind anything
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But, you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Yeah, blow at high dough blow at high Dough
Oh blow
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Everybody was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing
Well, I ain't no movie star but
I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything
Get it out, get it all out, yeah
Stretch that thing
Make it last, make it last
At least till the supper bell rings
Well, the taxi driver liked his rhythm
Never liked the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion
Then something just threw him off
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But, you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Whoo, baby, I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense, no, it makes no sense
But I'll take it free any time
Whoever fit's her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing
How'd she move so fast, move so fast
Into that wedding ring?
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But, you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well, I can't catch her but
I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything
Well, I can get behind anything
Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But, you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Yeah, blow at high dough blow at high Dough
Oh blow
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing