Buck 65 - Wicked And Weird Lyrics
Driving with a yellow dog, I-95He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyesUp at a decent hour, I never ate yetGot a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deckNothing in the trunk but some base ball glovesa pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubsblanket on the back seat we're in rough shapesunroof held on with a bit of duck tapeLooking for a gas station, better make a liftFill it up with regular, I need to take a pisssexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheeltop up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshieldnot a care in the world, not a how, and a whyno destination, not a cloud in the skyback on the road not a moment too soondish ran away with some other spoonwicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dogsinging slow songs trying to hold onwicked & weird I'm a rat fichtryin’ to practice doing back flips on your mattress(X2)Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shouldercough drops, loose change in the beverage holderto roll down the window you gotta use a winchI'm thinking about brushing up on my FrenchRight there in the glove box, if you should lookYou'll find 40 parking ticketsAnd a copy of the Good BookDon't bother looking, you'll never find meI'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind mewicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dogsinging slow songs trying to hold onwicked & weird I'm a rat fichtryin’ to practice doing back flips on your mattress(X2)(wicked and- wicked and- wicked and weird)(wicked and- wicked and- wicked and weird)Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel wellDog fell asleep and man, I don't feel wellBut all I need is a half decent breakfastAnd I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless5 o'clock shadow, lips like mud flapshands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub capsThe further I get, I keep going fasterWhispers in the wind, cows in the pastureI have no plans and nothin’ to prove eitherI eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatreThe highway's a story teller, I just write it downAlready been beaten, there's no way to fight it nowI just kick back and keep warm on the cold days(And) laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old daysI figure when I make it to the heavenly gatesThey'll be working on my car and playing 78'swicked & weird I'm a road hog with an old dogsinging slow songs trying to hold onwicked & weird I'm a rat fichtryin’ to practice doing back flips on your mattress
