Oh I’m calling out To the king of wheels I gotta let him know The way I feel
Every car all shiny and new You sell your own mother For that what that big guy’d do Yeah you would
Gotta give me some money For these car-less shoes Standing at the bus stop With a Clarkson blues
Every kind of motor Has ever been made Driven to destruction Each and every day
P. Zeros Melt em’ down Sure beat everybody to the best job in town I got to get me some money for these car-less shoes Standing at the bus stop With a Clarkson blues, yeah I got the Clarkson blues
Clarkson blues Out on the track Bust 'em up and send 'em back Clarkson blues Crash for free Clarkson blues We all want to be
The engineer He live in fear Boss man tell him That the big man’s here Hear that moto engine scream Big boy living out of our dream I’m just some punk With worn out shoes Standing at the bus stop With the Clarkson bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
