Band Van

Iron Weasel

Hey, get down honey
Get on the road, pedal up the gas
No time for goin' slow she drives us hard and fast
'Till her wheels come off, 'till her paint peels off
A tatooed road warrior, she never gets enough

Oh, oh, oh, oh, she's a part of the show
Our sweet home away from home
We eat, sleep, pee in a can
Just to play for our fans
She's a rock 'n roll van, and, and, and

She's our Band Van
Looks like a burrito exploded
Band Van
Whew, someone must be gassy and bloated
Our Band Van
Smells like a cage at the zoo
Band Van
Is that a roadie is still in there too
Band Van
Drums, guitars and clothes everywhere
Band Van
Look, I found somebody's hair
Our Band Van
She Drives likes she is one for us
Band Van
She's the Rockin' Weasel's tour bus

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

We're rockin' out
Always cross some land
We beat some weirdos when we look on little vans
And the times goes off
When we rock again
We calculated and populated
Get out of our side!

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
She makes the Weasels go
She takes us to the show
She never looked very clean
But I can see your face
Still she a rock' n' roll van?