Turn your truck around, boy
Y' ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
Turn your truck around, boy
Y' ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
You should make a u-turn for' you get yourself killed
Take the bus, leave yo' wheels
Free your mind, leave yo' wheels

Trade in all the rules, son
Margarita and Jack, take a shot at the wheel
You think you own the road, son
Got your radio blarin' and yo' vision ain't clear
Gonna shake a few bones, gonna bend some steel
Smile in style, leave yo' wheels
Ride your high, leave yo' wheels
Oh oh

Take your time, decide, son
You can riddle the road or be the daddy of her dreams
You got the reaper on his knees
Make the first the last, gonna finish right here
Gonna make a u-turn 'for you get yourself killed
Gonna fill up the tank, gonna get up the hill
Free yo' mind, leave yo' wheels
Ride your high, leave yo' wheels

Or you're gonna have a bang-up time