In the woods, drive your car, Ballyhoo!
And hallelujah, big and bald
Like there's something you can hold on to
Drive along with a burn
I lost a bet, so now I'm pleading with her
The night they said we was good as dead
An old man crept
F*cking creep
You may be bleeding and weeding with the
Wrong, rough, ride, die, type
And I may be sitting there seeing it
Rough, crossed, tongue-tied
In the woods, drive your car, Ballyhoo!
And hallelujah, big and bald
Like there's something you can hold on to
Drive along with the burn
I lost a bet, so now I'm pleading with her
The night they said, we was good as dead
An old man crept
F*cking creep
You may be bleeding and weeding with the
Wrong, rough, ride, die, type
And I may be sitting there seeing it
Rough, crossed, tongue-tied!