Lyric Turbo Rock

There s a good reason to be sure(I m sure)
At home, and at work, and play.
All I freakin wanna do is turbo my life away.
I m a pocket rocket, stick in socket.
Riding hot rails to hell.
Spitting, smoking, flaming, guzzling
Soul s that already felt.
(Repeat 2x)


Well that was then and how
Hot speed seeds to sow.
Hung with the jacked-up gang.
Novas and Shelby stangs.
And rockin 442
Yeah with yer flames of blue.
We re talkin monster time.
For macho auto-crime.

(Chorus)
This is the 80 s--high time for Turbo Rock.
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks.


Out on the badlands strip.
Choice blotter acid trip
Our pink slips with the dames
Beelzebub s to blame.
Ass ends are breaking loose.
Headers a belching Zeus.
Just night and red-hot blocks
Powerplants double-stock
And then we d cruise the gut.
And pop a bitchin nut.
On highway 309
Chug brown props, eight or nine.
And Wanda s head would bob
Our purple shift ball knob.
Those were the best of times,
Now we re goin turbo out of our minds.



(Chorus)

(Instrumental Break)




Dash lights are screaming heat
Hot rubber stuck to street.
On demons, booze, and speed.
There s nothing else we need.
And major whiplash kick
The Alpine jam blast trick
Now night rides really fly
Cuz we re goin turbo out of our minds.

(2nd Instrumental Break)


(Chorus)



(SFX: Car speeding away)