Dead Kennedys lyrics - Buzzbomb From Pasadena

Dead Kennedys lyrics - Buzzbomb From Pasadena

Title:	Buzzbomb From Pasadena
Artist:	Dead Kennedys
Album:	Give Me Convience Or Give Me Death
Year:	1987
Submitted by:	Frédérick Gauthier
	Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk! I love my car Cross Nevada at 110 Highway 50 and there's nobody there Sign says, 'Next sign 30 miles!'... My pension comes Each penny saves buys more escape from home I'd rather carouse around all day Than move into a home Plow through rest area San-o-Lets Splat goes the lonely salesman Still wanking in the men's room... Buzzbomb buzzbomb tape up loud Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10 Faster faster in my car Buzzbomb is my pride and joy King of the trailer court Waiting for a nice young man Who'll love me for my car Who tells me why I'm cool Tells me just what I like When I pretend he's here Shred through Palm Springs across the golf course Cops 'round here scratching their heads Flashing sirens, State patrol... uh oh They're scuffing up the side of my car They're shooting out my tires This ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11