Jalopy
There's a spit avalanche headin' one way Headed toward the light alley way The beard blew off the dandelion And left a 24-karat button in its
The steering wheel boomerangs from the junkyard Hard rolling but rolling on the real turf Or for what it's worth, another for another tent
So I'm going down jalopy If I'm going down, I the fur dice with the lowlife, I travel light, I travel proud And when I rock the box, I rock the box
Bumping and rolling, no for red now Wheeling and dealing, just the bread now I'm hatchin' the gold mine, the fever Take it all jalopy style, jalopy style
Got the rumble seat bleach with the ruckus on Givin' him the finger with a beep Jerry the trip, hit bricks with the sticks On the macrame heyday seven itch
The whitewalls hit the from bionic On the low-fi jeep beat sonic turf for what it's For what worth
Bumping and rolling, no for red now Wheeling and dealing, just the bread now I'm hatchin' the mine, spreading the fever it all over jalopy style, jalopy style
I'm fixing this mix up from to beat Just rollin' on, rollin' on my way down on Nickel Bag Street Just on, jalopy style
and rolling, no stopping for red now Wheeling and dealing, just stretching the now I'm hatchin' the mine, spreading the fever Take it all over jalopy style, style
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