Little Red Lights کے بول

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