Home grown alligator, see you later
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
Something changed in the atmosphere,
Architecture unfamiliar,
I could get used to this
Time flies by in the yellow and green,
stick around and you’ll see what I mean.
There’s a mountain top, that I’m dreaming of,
If you need me, you know where I’ll be.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
The south of the equator, navigator,
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road.
Deep-sea diving round the clock,
Bikini bottoms, lager tops
I could get used to this
Time flies by in the yellow and green,
stick around and you’ll see what I mean.
There’s a mountain top, that I’m dreaming of,
If you need me, you know where I’ll be.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
We got two in the front, two in the back,
Sailing along and we don’t look back.
Time flies by in the yellow and green,
stick around and you’ll see what I mean.
There’s a mountain top, that I’m dreaming of,
If you need me, you know where I’ll be.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone.
I’ll be riding shotgun,
Underneath the hot sun,
Feeling like a someone, a someone,a someone, a someone.
