Gas Gas

Hey, what do you love about the smell of trucks
Driver's hangouts
Hormones to the ceiling
Tons of men
Turbo is in season

Hey, what do you love about the smell of gasoline
Hey, you're so fine
Hop, hop, a little bit, then a curve
The cabin's swaying
Turbo is a machine

Come on, come on, it ain't from wine
Hey, it ain't from the serpentine
You've caught that bliss
Six months of heat for you
Turbo is the year

Just say it
Little one, little one, I’m missing that
Cyrillic, atmosphere
Little one, little one, I’m missing that
Pedal to the metal, baby!

Gas, gas...
Gas, gas...

Waiters like sugar
And the drivers sing
Let’s live it up
And whoever survives!

Drivers, drivers
Hey, if there were more of you
You love, you love, you love...
Hey, what do you love when it smells like a man

Gas, gas
Gas, gas