Buzzbomb
The road's my slave, that's how I feel
I cruise alone, I cruise real far
I don't love you, I love my car
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
Cross Nevada at a hundred-and-ten
Highway 50 and there's nobody there
Sign says, "next sign thirty miles"
I work all week, each penny saved buys more escape from home
I'd rather cruise around all day than save up for a move
Plow through rest area San-O-Lets
Splat, goes the lonely salesman
Wanking in the men's room
Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, tape up loud
Blue piss clinging to my windshield
Faster, faster in my car
Buzzbomb is my pride and joy, king of the trailer court
Waiting for the perfect chick, who'll love me for my car
I tell her why I'm cool
She coos back, just what I like
When I pretend she's near
Zip through Ely where Pat Nixon was born
The cops 'round here sure looking bored
Flashing sirens, state patrol
They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job, shooting out my tires
Ain't no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11
Aw
Ooh
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee
Autor(es): East Bay Ray / Jello Biafra