They shot a movie once in my hometown
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
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Get it out, get it all out
Yeah, stretch that thing
Make it last, make it last
At least 'til the supper bell rings
Well, the taxi driver liked his rhythm
Never liked the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion
Then something just threw him off
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
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Woo, baby, I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense, no, it makes no sense
But I'll take it free any time
Mmm, 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
Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well, I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything
Well, I can get behind anything, huh
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
Yeah, blow at high dough
Blow at high dough
Oh, blow at high dough
♪
Out at the speedway
Same Elvis thing