Two-Lane Blacktop - Rob Zombie

We've been goin', I've never been at ease

I met a gypsie girl and took her on the track

The kinda girl walk

The driver don't talk

20 bucks between them just to keep them alive

Drivin'

Drivin'

Drivin'

Blacktop rollin'

Were goin', goin' to Amarillo

A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5

A model and a bagel steels California

A glass of a beer, a scot of a rat

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Blacktop rollin'

Come on baby, I ain't crazy

Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!

Come on baby, do me baby

Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Blacktop rollin'

Where ya goin', an airport road

A clean machine, a real home girl

Barracuda, '68

Nothing there, she can wait

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Blacktop rollin'

Come on baby, I ain't crazy

Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!

Come on baby, do me baby

Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Come on!

Drivin'

Blacktop rollin'