["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]



Alright!

Hey, are we ready?



Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet

My middle name is trouble, I'm a danger in the street

My motor's in overdrive, my pedal's to the floor

I never get enough, I'm always comin' back for more



Here I come, better step aside

I said here I come, oh yeah, well I'm a-comin' at you live

I'm comin' atcha live



The only one you want, I never give a warning twice

Well anything could happen like the rollin' of the dice



Here we come, you better step aside

I said here we come, we're comin' at you live



Comin' at you live - we're comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - you better step aside

Comin' at you live - ow! ow!



[Solo]



Comin' at you live - we're comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - you better step aside

Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live

Comin' at you live - step aside, step aside

Comin' at you live - 'cos here we come



Truckin', I'm a-goin' home, whoa whoa, baby, back where I belong

Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on



What in the hell ever happened to sweet Jane?

She's lost her marbles, you know the chick ain't the same

Livin' on reds, and vitamin C, and cocaine

All the friend can say is "ain't it a bitch"



Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowlin' pin

Knocked down, sometimes I'm wearin' thin, they just won't let you in



Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me, other times I can barely see

Lately it occurs to me, what a long strange trip is this - that's right



Alright! You guys liked that one, right?

(Just like at home, that's pretty good...)



Hang on a second, I gotta tune up here, or tune down, actually

Alright! We're just fuckin' round tonight, but we're gonna have a good time

Ain't we, Philadelphia? Alright. Let's kick some ass!