Passing Tracy

Lyrics

Hold on tight Here comes another bombshell in a Buick I feel her hands behind the wheel Coming my direction She changes lanes Breezes by And eyes her rearview mirror She checks to find, who else? Her ex, cursing her reflection Who, who, who, who Who was that girl I think her name was Tracy She used to be my girlfriend Oh, oh, oh, oh There goes Tracy I'm over her, I'm done with her Better done by far But Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car Here comes a Jeep Here comes a bus A line of guided missiles She must like feeding me her dust And I must like to eat it Clear my mind Enjoy the ride Forget the day she dumped me I bet it's just the heat And the sweat Make me beat it Who, who, who, who Who was that girl I think her name was Tracy She used to be my girlfriend Oh, oh, oh, oh There goes Tracy I'm over her, I'm done with her Isn't it bizarre That Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car Tracy in a semi Eighteen wheels flying by Tracy in a pickup Honking horns and chucking gravel How much longer can I travel How much farther, how much faster Playing catch with disaster There's a fine yellow line Between being passed by her And getting past her Who, who, who, who Who was that girl I think her name was Tracy She used to be my girlfriend Oh, oh, oh, oh There goes Tracy How can you run away When you don't know where you are And Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car Tracy in first I'm coming in last Will I ever get past Will I ever get past Will I ever get past Passing Tracy