Lyrics:
on my mind
I got a 4-barrel carburetor, 2-barrel shotgun
And one good barrel of wine
hawg on my mind
I got a 4-barrel carburetor, 2-barrel shotgun
And one good barrel of wine
got a 4-barrel carburetor, 2-barrel shotgun
And one good barrel of wine
2-barrels
Gettin' there as fast as he can
All juiced up like a hot carburetor
Spittin' gas onto the fan
Blacktop burnout, Saturday night
Try and catch him if
And cars whizzing by me,
Dad, look like I'm backing up.
She just don't have the appetite
For gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four carburetors
Hooked up on it
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard
carburetors
And two straight exhausts
I'm burnin' aviation fuel
No matter what the cost
I want railroad air horns
And a military spark
And I want a five
carburetors
And two straight exhausts
I'm burnin' aviation fuel
No matter what the cost
I want railroad air horns
And a military spark
And I want a five
Two feet they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
A creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this
Two feet they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard
now how do you do?
So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah,
Two feet they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this
now how do you do?
So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah,
Two feet they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this
Two barrels to go
Two barrels to roll
Two barrels took a little stroll
Two barrels they gone
cnd still we go on
cnd still we go on and on
Two
Oh! We ain`t got a barrel of money
Maybe we`re ragged and funny
But we`ll travel along
Singing a song
Side by side
I don`t know what`s a-comin`
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
Four barrel carburetor, four
double barrel behind the door
It waits for Carl I know
Oh, climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show
I only see her once a week
One, two, a-one, two, three, four
Well I, can't go to the park
I can't go to work
I can't do nothin'
I gotta stay in my house like a jerk
How come
life could be as simple
As fish swimming 'round in a barrel when you've got the gun?
Oh and I run
Here it comes
We're just two little figures in
motorcycle,
Just a groovy little motorbike.
It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys,
That two-wheeled bike.
We'll ride on out of the town
To anyplace I know
Boy 1 was famous from TV
He carved my name into a tree
First cut's the deepest
And I left him bleeding
Boy 2 had earned a law degree
He charged me
I've got a '66 ranchero, with a souped up 289 it's got a double barrel carb with four on the floor and when she runs it's really fine I've got
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