They shot a movie once in my home town
Every body was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway some kinda Elvis thing
Well I aint no movie star but I can get behind anything
Get it out get it all out
Yeah stretch that thing
Make it last make it all last
At least until the supper bell rings
Well the taxi driver like his rhythm never like the stops
Throes of passion throes of passion
When something just threw him off
Sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember
The smarter it gets the further its going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Whoa baby I feel fine
Im pretty sure its genuine
It makes no sense how it makes no sense
But Ill take it free any time
Whoever fits her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing
How she moved so fast , moved so fast
Into that wedding ring
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well I cant catch her , but I can get behind anything
Well I can get behind anything
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
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