See my Thunderbird wailing by the road now I feel pretty good as I open the door now
She got a new chrome fender on the girl's door And a wet rolled tire with a matching floor
Here we go now I'm turning down the highway It doesn't matter if I'm headed out the wrong way
I got my dirty money pocket full of bagpipes Food truck and air horses on the short way
Third gear, fourth gear, shifting into rubber drive
This is real life, it's a Jordan-ized summer night
The wind feels good as we hit the bay And the sun's beating down on my cabriolet
Here we go now I'm turning down the highway It doesn't matter if I'm headed out the wrong way
I got my dirty money pocket full of bagpipes Food truck and air horses on the short way
Surf's up, baby, got no time to lose
Surf's up, baby, got no time to lose
I come along on the throw away those shoes I'm setting my soul on some rock and roll
I'm taking care of business with a king grill
Here we go now I'm turning down the highway It doesn't matter if I'm headed out the wrong way
I got my dirty money pocket full of bagpipes Food truck and air horses on the short way
Here we go now I'm turning down the highway It doesn't matter if I'm headed out the wrong way
I got my dirty money pocket full of bagpipes Food truck and air horses on the short way
Surf surf, baby, I don't know how lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to, how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to, how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to, how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to, how to lose
Surf, surf, baby, I don't know how to lose