you look like who you say you are.
so scoot over, let me drive your car.
roll down the gl*sses and give me some wind,
lock all the doors, i’m on the loose again, alright.
i haven’t sat behind a wheel like this
since that jod in nineteen fifty-six.
can’t wait till i can do it again,
can’t keep my nose clean livin’ in sin.
i had a friend down in alcatraz,
he had the money and machine guns stashed.
busted out june twenty-one,
we gonna rob, steal totin’ our gons, oh yeah.
– billy gibbons, dusty hill & frank beard