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I clock Out, Aint but a quarter to noon.
We Get Down, We aint got nothin' better to do.
Windows rolled down, cause were setting our minds on fire.
My music turned up, couldn't really get much higher.
We Pack up, Headed on out to the show.
Im back up, my motors hot im ready to go
Fasten your seat belts
Were goin cruisin
Gonna make our minds melt
And were doin it with style
Let it burn, Its a party with four wheel drive
Never learn, Gotta live it up while you're alive
Just burn our way through the day
The road is callin my name.
We're B-B-Burnin', B-B-B-B-Burnin'
The road is a-callin' my, C-C-C- Callin my,
C-C-C- Callin my, C-C-C- Callin my Name