| She had my head on a plate |
| With her sweet and sour sauce |
| She was riding in her car |
| I was riding on my horse |
| Neck and neck along the road |
| Well, I have nothing left to hide |
| So, what a heck |
| Firefly cars, women rushing past |
| The road was long and the race was fast |
| Gradually I fell behind |
| It was the blind leading the blind |
| It was the blin leading the blind |
| Over the hills, over the prairies |
| Down inthe pampa, up in the tundra |
| And in Paris in spring. And in old Pekin |
| And in Katmandu. And in Xanadu |
| I’m bursting out of the ocean |
| I’m bursting out of the ocean |
| Uh, Uh, it was another gas station |
| Uh, Uh, it was another you |
| Uh, Uh, it was another gas station |
| Uh, Uh, it was another you, and that’s true |
| Babe, that’s true and that’s true |
| Gimme this and gimme that |
| I’ve got no need for your bipperty, |
| Bipperty, bipperty |
| Just my horse and me Just my horse and me And in Timbuktu (what?) |
| I’m busrting out of the ocean |
| I’m bursting out of the ocean |
| I’m bursting out of the ocean |
| I’m bursting out of the ocean |
| Shoot out |
| Burst out |