He just wanted us to call him Captain Da.

He said you can call me Da-da, whatever that meant.


Out of gas, still burning.


Hey there... who me? Just your friendly neighbourhood speed demon.


I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car 

'Til there ain't no cars left

Enough cars go by with enough dust flying around 

To make you cry back down and choke half-near to death

I'm up here on your left.


Sorry about that.


See like you I push the bucket

I like to burn big

Like you I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live

So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you

I'm flying like Knight Rider they're trying to keep up

With their grandma outside on the sidewalk, size 

Maybe their steel belted radials expired

Maybe they're tired

Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired

Or something


Fucking asshole! - My bad.

Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?


See, when the whole things slows down

You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you your scene

With the chance to take it... now!


Damn what the fuck're you doing motherfuckin' asshole! - Sorry!

Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - hey I got yours right here buddy!

Bite me!

Dude, what the fuck is your problem!

(Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!

Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!

Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing!


So much hostility...

Y'all just keep checking your rear windows

Maybe you'll catch me passing...

Mashed.


Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off

Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off

Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash