My Lambourghini - Goz

I don’t know whether she knows

But I don’t know where that she goes

And I don’t know whether she knows

But that doesn’t matter to me

When a hundred an hour it rolls

And over the tarmac it flows

And the traffic around it it slows

As they check out my Lamborghini

The name of the model: Luck Hiss and Roar

Wanna hear him go?

Wanna hear what a hero can do?

Got a minute want to hear some more?

Wanna double decker dare?

Let me hear «vroom vroom!»

Let me hear some noise from the girls from the boys;

«wow!

(in the name of) Rolls Royce those wheels are choice!»

Hit up the cup with a random?

No, cos my head

Depends on the ways of the wise so we

Pass up the cops and the cups and the cones and were

Giving up now cos the the chance is low like a

Benz on the edge of an F1 show

Were at the end of the road, (knock knock) oh no

Were sharing the road with an officer, (im known,) so

State your address!

No listen a moment

Were in a car

With a mind

Of its own and

I don’t know whether she knows

But I don’t know where that she goes

And I don’t know whether she knows

But that doesn’t matter to me

When a hundred an hour it rolls

And over the tarmac it flows

And the traffic around it it slows

As they check out my Lamborghini

Club, bam, nasty news

Im lookin for the girls with the attitudes

To go on an adventure with the man in the moon

All to wake up in the morning with a weird tattoo

Buying fancy dancing shoes

An add says «three for the price of two»

But theyre best in twos so it doesn’t make sense

Goz have you had too much juice?

Well grab some a** and grab some b***

No, no thanks, respect my views,

Everyone safe cos the Goz on the loose and the

Goz' got morals for the girls on the loose

On a person, just met;

«shall we chat?»

Some choose, its sad but true I just go

Out the back to my lambo cos the girls

Only want to dance with the handsome dudes!

I don’t know whether she knows

But I don’t know where that she goes

And I don’t know whether she knows

But that doesn’t matter to me

When a hundred an hour it rolls

And over the tarmac it flows

And the traffic around it-it slows

As they check out my Lamborghini

I don’t know whether she knows

But I don’t know where that she goes

And I don’t know whether she knows

But that doesn’t matter to me

When a hundred an hour it rolls

And over the tarmac it flows

And the traffic around it it slows

As they check out my Lamborghini