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Buck 65 lyrics Wicked And Weird lyrics Driving with a yellow dog, I-95 He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape sunroof held on with a bit of duck tape Looking for a gas station, better make a lift Fill it up with regular, I need to take a piss sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield not a care in the world, not a how, and a why no destination, not a cloud in the sky back on the road not a moment too soon dish ran away with some other spoon wicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dog singing slow songs trying to hold on wicked & weird I'm a rat fich tryin’ to practice doing back flips on your mattress (X2) Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shoulder cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder to roll down the window you gotta use a winch I'm thinking about brushing up on my French Right there in the glove box, if you should look You'll find 40 parking tickets And a copy of the Good Book Don't bother looking, you'll never find me I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me wicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dog singing slow songs trying to hold on wicked & weird I'm a rat fich tryin’ to practice doing back flips on your mattress (X2) (wicked and- wicked and- wicked and weird) (wicked and- wicked and- wicked and weird) Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel well Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well But all I need is a half decent breakfast And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless 5 o'clock shadow, lips like mud flaps hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps The further I get, I keep going faster Whispers in the wind, cows in the pasture I have no plans and nothin’ to prove either I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre The highway's a story teller, I just write it down Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days (And) laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates They'll be working on my car and playing 78's wicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dog singing slow songs trying to hold on wicked & weird I'm a rat fich tryin’ to practice doing back flips on your mattress Other Buck 65 lyrics: |