You got to ease into line boy
But once I hit the open road
I'll be sailing off and on my own

You and me in my GT
With those little red lights in front of me
When I go to heaven you know that's where I want to be

Would you please fill it up boy
I'd like to stop and catch myself a bite
but I sure hate to leave the road tonight

Instrumental in 3 movements: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd gear.

And when I'm racing the clock
You know that I would die or kill somebody
just to move this hunk of steel one more block

Spoken (with mild disdain as one gropes for the
stick):

I think I see a little red light in my rear view mirror
A terrific case ensues, resulting in many highway
statistics and ultimately, the realization of the
desire expressed in the chorus. RIP