Rosco - All

Where are we all going?

We’re just blowing time

We’re just blowing time

I’ve got this fantasy

It’s a fourth gear ecstasy

In held up situations like these

I’d really like to be the king of all of me

Twenty-three, going on

Zero to one-fifty

Ten foot golden mags

High-octane rocket fuel

I let my lady drive

So I can steer the tunes

In just a couple seconds

We’ll be breathin' G’s

Nugent’s cranked to ten

Come on and breathe the breeze

Cut off that white Miata

Roll over that Toyota Corolla

This is the righteous release

Now we’re really gaining speed

There’s been a chain reaction

All the other cooped up slaves are following me

Destroy that a.m., p.m.

Get all the cops where we can see 'em

It’s time for it all to come down

In just a couple seconds

We’ll be breathin' G’s

Nugent’s cranked to ten

Come on and breathe the breeze

Join us for fresh air

Where are we all going?