paroles de chanson Buzzbomb from Pasadena - Dead Kennedys

Let 'er rip!
Here we go, whee!
Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, macho-mobile
The road's my slave, that's how I feel
I cruise alone, I cruise real far
Shoo young punk, I love my car
Cross Nevada at a 110
Highway 50 and there's nobody there
Sign says, "next sign 30 miles"
My pension comes each penny saved, buys more escape from home
I'd rather carouse around all day than move into a home
Plow through rest area San-O-Lets
Splat, goes the lonely salesman
Still wanking in the men's room
Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, tape up loud
Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10
Faster, faster in my car
Buzzbomb is my pride and joy, king of the trailer court
Waiting for a nice young man who'll love me for my car
Who tells me why I'm cool
Tells me just what I like
When I pretend he's here
Shred through Palm Springs across the golf course
Cops 'round here scratching their heads
Flashing sirens, State patrol, uh oh
They're scuffing up the side of my car, they're shooting out my tires
This ain't no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11
Shit!
Damn!
Let go of me motherfucker!
I wanna live by my rules!