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Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Buzzbomb From PasadenaBuzzbomb 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
Cross Nevada at a 110
Highway 50 and there`s nobody there
Sign says, `Next sign 30 miles!`:
My pension comes-
Each penny saved buys more escape from home
I`d rather carouse 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
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
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 7-11
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