can ya feel it,
in your feelin' machine...
gears rattlin''
sweet stick shift grindin'
rusty wheels wanderin'
down the pot holed track
can ya get there,
in your feelin' machine....
wannabe sleek race car driver,
piece it together Mr. McGaever,
roll on down that road, you blues beltin' diva,
the highway's waiting, squirmin' and turnin'
like a pissed off rattlesnake, with waitin' too long....
Can we get some speed goin?
in this feelin' machine....
Get your foot off the brake,
jam on the gas, before it's too late,
red and blue lights flashin'. way in the back,
we can't get caught, if we just keep on goin'
this feelin' machines...
is made for sorcerin" badass speed,
for wicked and wild, wind blown back hair...
for open mouthed, teeth showin', lip grinning, starry eyed stares...
just gotta open 'er up, go way past the limit, cause that's just where the good rides start...
Ah, yes...
this superb, edge defying,
limit smashin', great Cadillac of a ride....
feelin' machine !
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