Cutdown

Check, check, check
Check, check

Let's cut down the day
In this green rusty van
Like a red Cadillac
Top down, shoulders tan

I bought my first watch
But it feels all wrong
Let's wait out the day
Bring the heat along

And when the timing's right
Hold up, wait
We'll pull to the side
Arms up, count it down
Just like

Five, four, three, two, one
The checkered flag
Means we've just begun
Let's cut it down
Let's cut it down

And we cut down
The day in my old van
Count down from
Five, four, three, two, one