"Buzzbomb From Pasadena" lyrics

Let 'er rip!
Here we go, whee!

Buzzbomb, buzzbomb, macho-mobile
The road's my slave, that's how I feel
I cruise alone, I cruise real far
Shoo, young punk! I love my car

Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Cross Nevada at a 110
Highway 50 and there's nobody there
The sign says, "Next sign: 30 miles!"

My pension comes, each penny saved
Buys more escape from home
I'd rather cruise around all day
Than move into a home
Plow through rest area San-o-Lets
"Splat!" goes the lonely salesman
Still wanking in the men's room

Buzzbomb, buzzbomb, tape up loud
Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10
Faster, faster in my car
Oooh

Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
King of the trailer court
Waiting for a nice young man
Who'll love me for my car
Who tells me why I'm cool
Tells me just what I like
When I pretend he's here, ooh

Shred through Palm Springs across the golf course
Cops 'round here scratching their heads
Flashing sirens, state patrol, uh-oh

They're scuffing up the side of my car
They're shooting out my tires
This ain't no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-Eleven

Shit! Damn!
Let go of me, motherfucker! I wanna live by my rules!