Blow At High Dough

They shot a movie once in my hometown

Everybody was in it from miles around

Out at the speedway, some kinda Elvis thing

Well, I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything

Yeah, I can get behind anything

Get it out, get it all out, yeah, stretch that thing

Make it last, make it last, at least 'till the supper bell rings

Well, the taxi driver liked his rhythm, never liked the stops

Throes of passion, throes of passion, then somethin' just threw him off

Well, sometimes the faster it gets

The less you need to know

But you gotta remember the smarter it gets

The further it's gonna go

When you blow at high dough

When you blow at high dough

Woo, baby, I feel fine, I'm pretty sure it's genuine

It makes no sense, no, it makes no sense, but I'll take free any time

Whoever fits her usually gets her, it was the strangest thing

How'd she move so fast, move so fast, into that weddin' ring?

Well, sometimes the faster it gets

The less you need to know

But you gotta remember the smarter it gets

The further it's gonna go

When you blow at high dough

When you blow at high dough

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing

Well, I can't catch her but I can get behind anything

Yeah, I can get behind anything

Well, I can get behind anything

Well, sometimes the faster it gets

The less you need to know

But you gotta remember the smarter it gets

The further it's gonna go

When you blow at high dough

When you blow at high dough

Yeah, blow at high dough

Blow at high dough

Oh blow

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing