step on the gas: April March: Quai d'Orsay

step-on-the-gas.txt

Hey boy, does the highway make you real,
or is it just the devil unspoolin' out the needle 'round your player?
And you there, pretty Norwegian princess,
it's time to go home; you don't have what it takes not to be taken.

Hear the city saying you weren't born to survive.
Alas, let's step on the gas.

You with the gun get back in line;
six move back to 39.
Rollin' out now if the west-side 10-10 wind says we're in a jam.
There's a target on your back.

Hear the city saying you weren't born to survive.
Alas, let's step on the gas.

Get down boy; get down girl;
you weren't born to last.
Won't you step on the gas?

Get down. That's right.
Come on children: get down. Yeah.

Hey girl what's in your eyes?
Spanish Harlem?... Spanish Moss?...
Ohh... impossible?... ahh come on, let's get lost.

Hey boy, does the highway make you real,
or is it just the devil unspoolin' out the needle 'round your player?
And you there, pretty Norwegian princess,
it's time to go home; you don't have what it takes not to be taken.

That's right. 
Get down boy; get down girl.
Yeah. Come on now.

Just a little more baby: come on.
Just a little more baby: come on.

Yeah.

Come on. Come on. Come on children, let's get down.

Yeah.