Twin Exhausted

I like a Studebaker widowmaker

Sitting on the highway crown

When it's early in the morning

I can put my foot right down

And if the wheels keep spinning

Baby I'll be winning

I'll be really alive

When the drive's beginning

I've got a Buick that can do it

With a wide seat in the rear

With a woman on my arm

And a cold six pack of beer

And if the wheels keep turning

I'll be yearning

I'll be bombing away

With the back tyres burning

I'm twin exhausted see

My second wife is tired of me

But when she gets off my back

I'll be back to the track

Wheeling free

Barracuda you are ruder than

A long legged bitch I know

With my hands on your stick

I can feel your body letting go

And I'm always dreaming

About the back tyres screaming

Down with the toes and away she goes