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Bobby Please
Bobby Please
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Bobby Please
Bobby Please
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Tooling down the highway doing 79
I'm a twin pipe papa and I'm feelin' fine
Hey, man, dig that, was that a red stop sign?
Transfusion, transfusion
I'm just a solid mess of contusions
Never, never, never gonna speed again
Slip the blood to me, Bud
I jump in my rod about a quarter to nine
I gotta make a date with that chick of mine
I cross the center line, man, you gotta make time
Transfusion, transfusion
Oh, man, I got the cotton pickin' convolutions
I'm never, never, never gonna speed again
Shoot the juice to me, Bruce
My foot's on the throttle and it's made of lead
But I'm a fast ridding daddy with a real cool head
I'm a-gonna pass a truck on the hill ahead
Transfusion, transfusion
My red corpsuckles are in mass confusion
Never, never, never gonna speed again
Pour the crimson in me, Jimson
I took a little drink and a-I'm feelin' right
I can fly right over everything, everything in sight
There's a slow poking cat, I'm gonna pass him on the right
Transfusion, transfusion
I'm a real gone paleface and that's no illusion
I'm a-never, never, never gonna speed again
Pass the claret to me, Barrett
A-rollin' down the mountain on a rainy day
Oh, when you see me coming, better start to pray
I'm a-cuttin' up the road and I'm the boss all the way
Transfusion, transfusion
Oh, doc, pardon me for this crazy intrusion
I'm never, never, never gonna speed again
Pump the fluid in me, Louie
I'm burning up the freeway early this morn
I'm passing everybody, oh, nothing but corn
Man, outa my way, I don't drive with my horn
Transfusion, transfusion
Oh, nurse, I'm gonna make a new resolution
I'm never, never, never gonna speed again
Put a gallon in me, Alan
Oh, barnyard drivers are found in two classes
Line crowding hogs and speeding jackasses
So, remember to slow down today
Hey, daddy-o
Make that type-O, huh
Atta-boy
Written by: Bobby Please
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