But once I hit the open road
  	I'll be sailing off and on my own

  You and me in my GT
  With those little red lights in front of me
  When I go to heaven you know that's where I want to be

  Would you please fill it up boy
  I'd like to stop and catch myself a bite
  	but I sure hate to leave the road tonight

  Instrumental in 3 movements: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd gear.

  And when I'm racing the clock
  You know that I would die or kill somebody
  	just to move this hunk of steel one more block

  Spoken (with mild disdain as one gropes for the
  stick):

  I think I see a little red light in my rear view mirror
  A terrific case ensues, resulting in many highway
  statistics and ultimately, the realization of the
  desire expressed in the chorus. RIP