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!