My Lambourghini

I don’t know whether she knows
But I don’t know where that she goes
And I don’t know whether she knows
But that doesn’t matter to me
When a hundred an hour it rolls
And over the tarmac it flows
And the traffic around it it slows
As they check out my Lamborghini
The name of the model: Luck Hiss and Roar
Wanna hear him go? Wanna hear what a hero can do?
Got a minute want to hear some more?
Wanna double decker dare? Let me hear «vroom vroom!»
Let me hear some noise from the girls from the boys;
«wow! (in the name of) Rolls Royce those wheels are choice!»
Hit up the cup with a random? No, cos my head
Depends on the ways of the wise so we
Pass up the cops and the cups and the cones and were
Giving up now cos the the chance is low like a
Benz on the edge of an F1 show
Were at the end of the road, (knock knock) oh no
Were sharing the road with an officer, (im known,) so
State your address!
No listen a moment
Were in a car
With a mind
Of its own and
I don’t know whether she knows
But I don’t know where that she goes
And I don’t know whether she knows
But that doesn’t matter to me
When a hundred an hour it rolls
And over the tarmac it flows
And the traffic around it it slows
As they check out my Lamborghini
Club, bam, nasty news
Im lookin for the girls with the attitudes
To go on an adventure with the man in the moon
All to wake up in the morning with a weird tattoo
Buying fancy dancing shoes
An add says «three for the price of two»
But theyre best in twos so it doesn’t make sense
Goz have you had too much juice?
Well grab some a** and grab some b***
No, no thanks, respect my views,
Everyone safe cos the Goz on the loose and the
Goz' got morals for the girls on the loose
On a person, just met; «shall we chat?»
Some choose, its sad but true I just go
Out the back to my lambo cos the girls
Only want to dance with the handsome dudes!
I don’t know whether she knows
But I don’t know where that she goes
And I don’t know whether she knows
But that doesn’t matter to me
When a hundred an hour it rolls
And over the tarmac it flows
And the traffic around it-it slows
As they check out my Lamborghini
I don’t know whether she knows
But I don’t know where that she goes
And I don’t know whether she knows
But that doesn’t matter to me
When a hundred an hour it rolls
And over the tarmac it flows
And the traffic around it it slows
As they check out my Lamborghini