Whiplash Will - Bobby Bare

Whiplash Will from Watsonville

He’s got a rubber spine

It’s just his luck when he drives his truck

He keeps getting hit from behind

But Whiplash Will, he’s hard to kill

And he’s a real good sport

And if you’ve got your checkbook handy

He’ll settle out of court

He says c’mon and hit me

C’mon c’mon.

I dare you

Just rearend me.

Bust me.

Bend me

Don’t let this neck brace scare you

Whiplash will be at the bottom of the hill

He’s got no taillights on

Sitting double parked and waiting in the dark

For a Cadillac to come along

If you’re driving a Rolls or an 88 Olds

He sure be glad you came

But if you’re driving a Volks, he yells «Move on, folks

You’re messing up my game.»

C’mon and hit me

C’mon c’mon.

I dare you

Just rearend me.

Bust me.

Bend me

Don’t let this neck brace scare you

His twisted neck brings big old checks

His spine’s been bought and sold

His vertebrae they pay and pay

His lumbar’s made of gold

When Whiplash Will’s got to pay his bills

He remembers what his daddy said

«Son, a poor boy’s got to break his back

If he’s ever gonna get ahead.»

Whiplash Will from Watsonville

He don’t work alone

Got a doctor and a lawyer and a tow truck driver

All waiting by the telephone

And he warns the rigs about the highway pigs

Waiting to do him wrong

And they let Will know on that CB radio

When a live one’s coming along

C’mon and hit me

C’mon c’mon.

I dare you

Hey, rearend me.

Bust me.

Bend me

Don’t let this neck brace scare you