Lyrics

They shot a movie once In my home town Everybody was in it From miles around Out at the speedway Some kind of Elvis thing Well I ain't no movie star But I can get behind anything Yeah, I can get behind anything Get it out, get it all out Yeah, stretch that thing Make it last, make it last At least till the supper bell rings Taxi driver liked his rhythm He never liked the stops Throes of passion, throes of passion Something just threw him off Sometimes the faster it gets The lеss you need to know But you got to remember thе smarter it gets The further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Whoo, baby, I feel fine I'm pretty sure it's genuine It makes no sense, it makes no sense But I'll take it free any time Whoever fits her usually gets her It was the strangest thing How'd she move so fast, move so fast Into that wedding ring? Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you got to remember the smarter it gets The further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Blow at high dough When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough They shot a movie once They shot a movie once They shot a movie once In our town Out at the speedway Same Elvis thing Well, I can't catch her But I can get behind anything