Turbo Rock

The Meatmen
Miscellaneous
Turbo Rock
There’s a good reason to be sure (I'm sure)
At home, and at work, and play
All I freakin' wanna do is turbo my life away
I’m a pocket rocket, stick in socket
Riding hot rails to hell
Spitting, smoking, flaming, guzzling
Soul’s that already felt
Well that was then and how
Hot speed seeds to sow
Hung with the jacked-up gang
Novas and Shelby 'stangs
And rockin' 442
Yeah with yer flames of blue
We’re talkin' monster time
For macho auto-crime
This is the '80's--high time for Turbo Rock
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks
Out on the badlands strip
Choice blotter acid trip
Our pink slips with the dames
Beelzebub’s to blame
Ass ends are breaking loose
Headers a’belching Zeus
Just night and red-hot blocks
Powerplants double-stock
And then we’d cruise the gut
And pop a bitchin' nut
On highway 309
Chug brown props, eight or nine
And Wanda’s head would bob
Our purple shift ball knob
Those were the best of times
Now we’re goin' turbo out of our minds
(Instrumental Break)
Dash lights are screaming heat
Hot rubber stuck to street
On demons, booze, and speed
There’s nothing else we need
And major whiplash kick
The Alpine jam blast trick
Now night rides really fly
'Cuz we’re goin' turbo out of our minds
(2nd Instrumental Break)
(SFX: Car speeding away)