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What'cha got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell, said I'm three miles from home I said, Sugar, won'tcha you put on that sundress I like so much And wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up! (Chorus) Whoa-oa, throw your suitcase in the back Whoa-oa, done gassed up the Pontiac Whoa-oa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't never comin' back It's 467 miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas Whaddya say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis Yeah Momma Sugar, don't you worry about tellin' your momma good-bye We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side (Chorus) Whoa-oa, throw your suitcase in the back Whoa-oa, done gassed up the Pontiac Whoa-oa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't never comin' back (Chorus) Whoa-oa, throw your suitcase in the back Whoa-oa, done gassed up the Pontiac Whoa-oa, blastin' out the Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't never comin' back Whoa-oa, whoa-oa... I hear that train a-comin', rollin' around the bend Whoa-oa... The man in black's gonna rock your ass again! |