So scoot over, let me drive your car.
Roll down the glasses and give me some wind,
lock all the doors, I'm on the loose again, alright.

I haven't sat behind a wheel like this
since that jod in nineteen fifty-six.
Can't wait till I can do it again,
can't keep my nose clean livin' in sin.

I had a friend down in Alcatraz,
he had the money and machine guns stashed.
Busted out June twenty-one,
we gonna rob, steal totin' our gons, oh yeah.

            - Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill & Frank Beard