singalong acar andriving songs

So good it's worth a second posting, eh, Phoenix?

While riding in my Cadillac, what to my surprise,
a little Nash Rambler was following me, about one third my size.
The guy must have wanted to pass me up as he kept on tooting his horn,
Beep! Beep!
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!)
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!).
His horn went Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
I pushed my foot down to the floor to give the guy the shake,
but the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind,
he still had on his brake.
He must have thought his car had more guts
as he kept on tooting his horn.
Beep! Beep!
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!)
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!).
His horn went Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
My car went into passing gear and we took off with dust,
and soon we were doing ninety, must have left him in the dust.
When I peeked in the mirror of my car,
I couldn't believe my eyes,
That little Nash Rambler was right behind,
you'd think the guy could fly.
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!) Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!).
His horn went Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Now we're doing a hundred and ten,
it certainly was a race for a Rambler
to pass a Caddy would be a big disgrace.
For the guy who wanted to pass me,
he kept on tooting his horn. (Beep! Beep!)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!)
Beep! Beep! (Beep! Beep!).
His horn went Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Now we're doing a hundred and twenty, as fast as I could go,
the Rambler pulled along side of me as if I were going slow.
The fellow rolled down his window and yelled for me to hear,
"Hey, buddy, how can I get this car out of second gear?"

I love that song, dys!

Here's another classic...


FREEWAY OF LOVE

--Aretha Franklin

Knew you'd be a vision in white
How'd you get those pants so tight?
Don't know what you're doin'
But you must be livin' right

We got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump right in... Ain't no sin
Take a ride in my machine

City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go... go... go

Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink cadillac
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love
Wind's against our back
Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?

Never you mind the exit signs
We got lots of time
We can't quit 'til we get
To the other side

With the radio playin' our song
We keep rollin' on
Who knows how far a car can get
Before you think about slowin' on down

City traffic movin' way too slow
Drop the pedal and go... go... go

Heh,heh. BobSmythe done sung that song, dys...

Here's a fond memory:







Sammy Kershaw Chevy Van lyrics

I gave a girl a ride in my wagon
Now she crawled in and took control
She was tired as her mind was draggin'
And I said get some sleep - we'll get on down the road

Like a picture she was laying there
And moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She's gonna love me in my Chevy van
And that's all right with me

Her young face was like that of an angel
And her long legs were tanned and brown
Better keep your eyes on the road son
Better slow this vehicle down 'cause

'Cause like a picture she was laying there
And moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She's gonna love me in my Chevy van
And that's all right with me

I put her out in a town that was so small
You could throw a rock from end to end
A dirt road main street, she walked off in her barefeet
And it's a shame I won't be passin' through again

Like a picture she was laying there
And moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
We made love me in my Chevy van
And that's all right with me

Yeah like a picture she was laying there
And moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
We made love me in my Chevy van
And that's all right with me

All right with me



Release Date: 1996

It doesn't have much by way of lyrics, but I love to blast Yelo's "The Race" while driving. I yell along with the crowd and recite in an unearthly tone:

"on the fast lane of the street I'm driving...sometime, somewhere, I'm arriving...every day...and every night."

Great fun also to co-perform the same group's
"Of Course I'm Lying."

Her name was Julie...

Paci sa mi paci, paci sa mi paci,
valasska postava, haj-aj-aj-aj
valasska postava
Zamasteny pupok, zamasteny pupok,
kucerava hlava, haj-aj-aj-aaaaj,
kucerava hlava.

Komuze je lepsie, komuze je lepsie,
ako valachovi, haj-aj-aj-aj
ako valachovi?
Ovce si napasie, ovce si napasie,
zajde k dievcatovi, haj-aj-aj-aaaaj
zajde k dievcatovi!

And so on.... you get the idea.

Fah'n fah'n fah'n auf der autobahn...

This has the "feel" of a good driving song
ADDICTED TO BASS
- Puretone

I got two pale hands up against the window pane,
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again.
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain,
There's nothing I can do to revert the gain.
I'm looking down to the street below, there's nothing in the way they move to show,
They too, know what I know, they too hunger for the beast below.
Listening to the radio, I feel so out of place,
There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase.
I know you can tell just by looking at my face, a word about my weakness,
I'm totally addicted to bass.

Woah-woah-oh. Totally addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.

There's nothing I can do to be cool, I don't sleep til I've had my fuel,
It frustrates if I am deprived, a hunger that grates from deep inside.
I feel like I'm doing time, imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime,
In my mind, I must overcome the need to define, the solitary silence of a faceless crime.
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone,
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own.
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face,
They're picking up my problem, I'm totally addicted to bass.

woah-woah-oh. Totally addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
Your bassline is shooting up my spine, woah-woah-oh,
Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.

Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street,
People I see everywhere are tapping their feet.
Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong,
Everybody's groovin to their own song.
Down at the scene below, there's something in the way they move to show,
They too, know what I know, they too hunger for the beast below.
Rhythm's running over me to wash away my fears,
The backbeat of humanity, it sweetens my tears.
There's something that's connected us down throughout the years,
No need to feel so lonely, everyone's addicted to bass.
Woah-woah-oh. Everyone's addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.

Your bassline is shooting up my spine, your bassline,
Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.
Your bassline is shooting up my spine, your bassline,
Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.

All time driving classic!
No Particular Place To Go
(Chuck Berry)

Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
my curiosity running wild
crusin' and playin' the radio
with no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile
I's anxious to tell her the way I feel
So I told her softly and sincere
and she leaned and whispered in my ear
cuddlin' more and drivin' slow
with no particular place to go

No particular place to go
So we parked way out on ko-ko-mo
The night was young and the moon was gold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you image the way I felt
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt

Riding along in my calaboose
Still trying to get her belt a-loose
all the way home I held a grudge
for the safety belt that wouldn't budge
Crusin' and playing the radio
with no particular place to go

Nadine by Chuck Berry

I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,
I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street,
I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down.
I think I see her please let me off this bus

Refrain:
Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you?
Seems like every time I see you Darling you got something else to do

[Or: Seems like every time I catch you,
datcha you're up to something new]

I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back
And started walkin' toward a coffee colored cadillac
I was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat

(refrain)

Downtown searching for her, looking all around.
Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town.
I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab.
With a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab.'

(refrain)

She move around like a wave of summer breeze,
go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze.
Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier.
Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.

(refrain)

Move
The Roches
(Nobody knows the words, but everybody will soon be singing "Hurry it Up now, Hurry it UP and MOVE...")

sunday
cold weather
home, that's where i'll stay
ok i admit it
i've been drifting
dreaming the hours away

dreamin' of love
the gentle kind
i don't have to prove myself
all of the time

working
years at a job
burning for a raise
let's face it
i'm no go getter
worthy of a boss's praise

worthy of love
the unusual kind
i don't have to prove myself
all of the time

at the bus stop when the evening falls
resting there until the driver calls

hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady

magic
it's a shiny train
stealing away in the wind
i can't catch it
so i close my eyes
feel it against my skin

feeling that love
you're a friend of mine
i don't have to prove myself
all of the time

at the bus stop in the hazy dawn
come on mister one last lazy yawn

hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady

Little Red Corvette- Prince 1999



I guess I shoulda known
By the way u parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last

See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out once
Love 'em and leave 'em fast

I guess I must be dumb
'cuz u had a pocket full of horses
Trojan and some of them used

But it was saturday night
I guess that makes it all right
And u say what have I got 2 lose?
And honey I say

Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast
Little red corvette
U need a love that's gonna last

I guess I shoulda closed my eyes
When u drove me 2 the place
Where your horses run free

'cuz I felt a little ill
When I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me

Believe it or not
I started to worry
I wondered if I had enough class

But it was saturday night
I guess that makes it all right
And u say, "baby, have u got enough gas? "
Oh yeah

Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast, yes u r
Little red corvette
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last

A body like yours (a body like yours)
Oughta be in jail (oughta be in jail)
'cuz it's on the verge of bein' obscene
('cuz it's on the verge of bein' obscene)

Move over baby (move over baby)
Gimme the keys (gimme the keys)
I'm gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine
(I'm gonna try 2 tame your little red love machine)

Little red corvette
Baby you're much 2 fast
Little red corvette
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last

Little red corvette
Honey u got 2 slow down (got 2 slow down)
Little red corvette
'cuz if u don't u gonna run your
Little red corvette right in the ground

(little red corvette)
Right down 2 the ground (honey u got 2 slow down)
U, u, u got 2 slow down (little red corvette)
You're movin' much 2 fast (2 fast)
U need 2 find a love that's gonna last

Girl, u got an ass like I never seen
And the ride...
I say the ride is so smooth
U must be a limousine

Baby you're much 2 fast
Little red corvette
U need a love, u need a love that's
That's gonna last
(little red corvette)
U got 2 slow down (u got 2 slow down)
Little red corvette

'cuz if u don't, 'cuz if u don't,
U gonna run your body right into the ground (right into the ground)
Right into the ground (right into the ground)
Right into the ground (right into the ground)

Little red corvette

Black Sunshine by White Zombie


(gripping the wheel his knuckles went white with desire
The wheels of his mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45
True death: 400 horsepower of maximum performance piercing the night
This is black sunshine.)

Yeah! move me in the silence baltic motorway
Hang me on the edge before I fall away
Apocalypse is dawnin' action on the mile
A 'can-do' revolution, earth to the river [nile]
Sweet'n the ride black sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah!
Sweet'n the ride black sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah!
Cry a river 'cosmic', moon in scorpio
Feel her body 'breathe', acid radio
Tell me that you like it, when I'm going down!
Tell me that you like it, move to the speed of [sound]
Sweet'n the ride black sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah!
Sweet'n the ride black sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah!
Go! slide into, I said '44' cool heart can
A hypnotize dream into infinity, I turned the love to lies
Crawl across the water, wave and sink into the sea
Reflect'n onto everything, that you can never be
'check-out!', yeah!
To the devil a daughter comes 200 worlds away, yeah
Born to lose the love you choose, destroy another day
Check out!!
Sweet'n the ride black sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah!
Sweet'n the ride black sunshine
Sweet'n the ride
Stare into the t.v. kiss off the pain
Wonderland is falling, no sing, no rain momentary
Damage into the high drift me to the circuit sky

(finally nothing moves. high noon.
Black top rolling below the asphalt drive
A concrete fascination scraping the edge of nothing
This is black sunshine.)

Chuck Berry sure wrote a lot of car-oriented songs.

Here's one from Jerry Reed

Eastbound and Down

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana.
And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

Ol' Smokey's got them ears on and he's hot on your trail.
He aint gonna rest 'til you're in jail.
So you got to dodge 'im and you got to duck 'im,
you got to keep that diesel truckin'.
Just put that hammer down and give it hell.

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.
I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.

Highway Star
Deep Purple

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres
and everything

I love it and I need it
I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight
I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oooh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
Like a moving mouth body control
and everything

I love her I need her
I seed her
Yeah She turns me on
Alright hold on tight
I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Oooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything
Like a moving ground an open road
and everything

I love it and I need it
I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold on tight
I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oooh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power big
fat tyres and everything

I love it and I need it
I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold on tight
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star


Hang On St. Christopher
Tom Waits

Hang on st. christopher through the smoke
and the oil
Buckle down the rumble seat
let the radiator boil
got an overhead downshift
and a two dollar grill
got an 85 cabin
on an 85 hill
Hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride
hang on st. christopher with a barrel house dog
kick me up mt. baldy
throw me out in the fog
tear a hole in the jack pot
drive a stake through his heart
do a 100 on the grapevine
do a jump on the start
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
get me to reno and bring it in low, yeah
hang on st. christopher with the hammer to the floor
put a hi ball in the crank case
nail a crow to the door
get a bottle for the jockey
gimme a 294
there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride
hang on st. christopher now don't let me go
get to me reno got to bring it in low
put my baby on the flat car
got to burn down the caboose
get 'em all jacked up on whiskey
then we'll turn the mad dog loose
hang on st. christopher on the passenger side
open it up tonight the devil can ride

No "Born To Run" by the Boss.

Okay - this one is from left field, but it makes me go faster.....

Red Barchetta from Rush

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime

Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...

Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside

ARTIST: Golden Earring
TITLE: Radar Love


I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear

When she's lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
We don't need no phone at all
We've got a thing that's called radar love
We've got a wave in the air, radar love

The radio's playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's "Coming on Strong"
The road's got me hypnotized
And I'm speeding into a new sunrise

When I get lonely, and I'm sure I've had enough
She sends her comfort, comin' in from above
Don't need no radio at all
We've got a thing that's called radar love
We've got a line in the sky, radar love

No more speed, I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow

And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee's "Coming on Strong"
And the newsman sang his same song
One more radar lover's gone

When I'm feeling lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sends the comfort coming in from above
Don't need no radio at all
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a line in the sky
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a thing that's called radar love

Oh yeah. Definitely Radar Love. And not the bogus version by White Lion. All original.

My wife chimed in with Heading Out To The Highway by Judas Priest:

Hit 'em boys!

Well I've said it before, and I'll say it again
You get nothing for nothing: expect it when
You're backseat driving, and your hands ain't on the wheel
It's easy to go along with the crowd,
And find later on that your say ain't allowed
Oh that's the way to find what you've been missing

So I'm heading out to the highway
I got nothing to lose at all
I'm gonna do it my way
Take a chance before I fall
A chance before I fall!

You can hang in a left or hang in a right
The choice it is yours to do as you might
The road is open wide to place your bidding
Now, wherever you turn, wherever you go
If you get it wrong, at least you can know
There's miles and miles to put it back together!

And I'm heading out to the highway
I got nothing to lose at all
I'm gonna do it my way
Take a chance before I fall
A chance before I fall!

On the highway! On the highway!

Making a curve or taking the strain
On the decline, or ut on the wain
Oh everybody breaks down sooner or later
We'll put it to rights, we'll square up and mend.
Back on your feet to take the next bend!
You weather every storm that's coming atcha!

And I'm heading out to the highway
I got nothin' to lose at all
I'm gonna do it my way
Take a chance before I fall
Yes, I'm heading out to the highway,
I got nothing to lose at all.
I got nothing to lose at all!

Oh, I just heard one of my favorites today while I was out driving. I had to turn up the radio and open all the windows and sing along....

LIFE IS A HI-IGHWAY...
I WANNA RI-IDE IT - ALL NIGHT LONG....

Damn near broke the steering wheel pounding on it in time with the music. Good thing the cops weren't watching. I was doin' about 70 by the end of the song.