Letra Two-Lane Blacktop de Rob Zombie original
Where ya goin', I'v never been at ease I met a GTO lunatic on the track The mechanic don't walk The driver don't talk 20 bucks between them just to keep alive Drivin' Drivin' Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Where ya goin', goin' to Amrillo A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5 A model and a bagel steals California A glass of a beer, a shot of rye Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Come on baby, I ain't crazy Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up! Come on baby, do me baby Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Where ya goin', airport road A clean machine, a real home girl Baracuda, '68 Nothing there, she can wait Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin' Come on baby, I ain't crazy Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up! Come on baby, do me baby Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Come on! Drivin' Blacktop rollin'