Tripod - 220 B | Текст песни

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(Simulated sound of car failing to start)
Juggeda juggeda juggeda juggeda...

Rest your feet against the windscreen.
Push the seat as far back as it can go.
There's no need for air conditioning.
Just wind down all the windows.
Put Prince on the stereo.

Bombs away!
Let's get out of A.
Let's get out of A...
Got a place called B on my mind,
And I don't wanna stay.
I don't wanna stay.
It's a bucket of bolts
Sitting in the street under a tree.
Two hundred B.
Two hundred B.

I'm told you want some adventure.
Well, my mechanic says this vehicle's a death trap.
Blindfold throw your things behind you,
And put your finger somewhere on the map.

Bombs away!
Let's get out of A.
Let's get out of A...
Got a place called B on my mind,
And I don't wanna stay.
I don't wanna stay.
It's a bucket of bolts
Sitting in the street under a tree.
It takes a while to start
But when it hits the road you'll see.
Two hundred...
Beee...
Two hundred...
Beee...
Two hundred...
Beee...
Two hundred B.
Doo doo doo da-doo.
Doo doo doo da-doo.
Doo doo doo da-doo.
Doo doo doo da-doo.

I spent a fortune just to get it
Worthy of the road the other day.
I'll prob'ly have to pay someone to take it off my hands,
But that's okay.
My life is not my car,
But it depletes a large percentage of my time,
So let's take this opportunity
And run this thing into the ground while we're alive.

Bombs away!
Let's get out of A.
Let's get out of A...
Got a place called B on my mind,
And I don't wanna stay.
I don't wanna stay.
It's a bucket of bolts
Sleeping in the street under a tree.
It takes a while to start
But when it hits the road you'll see.
State of the art nineteen eighty one technology.
Two hundred...
Beee...
Two hundred...
Beee...
Two hundred...
Beee...
Two hundred B.
Doo doo doo da-doo.
Two hundred B.
Doo doo doo da-doo.
Two hundred B.
Doo doo doo da-doo.
Two hundred B.

(Repeat many times)

This is a bucket of bolts!