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He just wanted us to call him Captain Da |
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He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meant |
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Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed demon |
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I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car |
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'Til there ain't no cars left |
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Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry |
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Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm going left |
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Sorry about that, see like you I push the bucket |
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I like to burn big, like, I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live |
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So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you |
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I'm flying like Knight Rider, they're trying to keep up |
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With their grandma outside, on the side |
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Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're tired |
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Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired or somethin' |
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My bad |
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Can you believe some of the drivers, they let out here on the road |
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See, whole things slows down, you're gonna find that clown |
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Who's gonna give you your scene with the chance to take it now |
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So much hostility, y'all just keep checking your rear windows |
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Maybe you'll catch me passing, mashed |
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Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em off |
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Cut 'em, cut 'em, c-c-cut 'em, cut 'em off, cut, cut |
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Cut 'em, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut 'em, cut, cut, cut 'em |
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Cut 'em off in crash |
