Early in the morning
On a high-test caffeine flight
Better listen to the warnings
You had too much fun last night

Hey there sister Sally
Better slow that hot rod down
Why you always in a hurry
Get your feet back on the ground

Your pants on fire everything's code red
Always in a tizzy gonna wake up dead
You're just racing to the red-light

Like a spider on a hot plate
You just can't settle down
Better take yourself a chill pill
You drive the fastest ride in town

You don't even feel the danger
Like a big fat boiling toad
Better slow down, better watch yourself
Stop burning up that road

Your pants on fire everything's code red
Always in a tizzy gonna wake up dead
Why you racing to the red-light
Racing to the red-light

It's the heat of the night
You're always in a hurry
Gotta fight the good fight
Why you got to be so surly?

Like a cat on a hot tin roof
You're whirling like a dervish
I'm looking at you and there's the proof
I never seen someone so nervous

Your pants on fire everything's code red
Always in a tizzy gonna wake up dead
Cause you're racing to the red-light

Jack black, Big Mac
Give yourself a heart attack
Meet me in the middle of the road
Stop racing to the red-light
Racing to the red-light
Stop racing to the red-light
Racing to the red-light