I was trashed; ridin' on my seventy-four;
goin' out to even the score.
She pulled the top down on her convertible.

I got a lot of miles to cover.
But if you think you need a lover, all right.
Climb on. Hold tight.
I got a long ride tonight.
Look out! Hold on!
Don't stop to watch the wheels go 'round.
Look out! Hold on! I got to cover ground.

Well I flashed, the colors that I wore.
I got to have a little more of this sweet, sweet young thing.

I got a lot of miles to cover, yeah.
But if you think you need a lover, all right.
Climb on. Hold tight.
I got a long ride tonight.
Look out! Hold on!
Don't stop to watch the wheels go 'round.
Look out! Hold on! I got to cover ground.

Look out! Hold on!
Don't stop to watch the wheels go 'round.
Look out! Hold on! I got to cover ground.

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