CHORUS A:
Driving insane, higher octane.
Hasty Bones, you’d better watch your speed.
Traffic ahead, traffic behind.
And you’ve got your engine on the red line.

1: Your new engine purrs, growls and whines.
Out on the street, you’ve got it running real fine.
Hits that old sweet spot at nine thousand and two.
Now it’s just broken in and now you’re racing again.

CHORUS B:
Riding that clutch maybe too much.
Hasty Bones, you’d better watch your speed.
Traffic ahead, traffic behind.
And you’ve got your engine on the red line.

2: Traffic ahead, ahh, stoplight is red.
You won’t take advice. Might be ending up dead.
Grim Reaper’s creeping, you’re long overdue.
He’s right on your back and coming for you.

CHORUS C:
Not just a ride: nitrous oxide.
Hasty Bones, you’d better watch your speed.
Traffic ahead, you know there’s traffic behind.
And you’ve got your engine on the red line.

3: Trouble with you, you still race on the street.
You’ve lost three good cars, but you still compete.
Thousands you spend, cops know all your friends.
Still the light turns green and your engine just screams.

CHORUS A:
CHORUS B:
CHORUS C: