Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black tar, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motor cade Sweeter than your baby face
Small town gang nothing to do We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon We got big city plans but it always rains And the sheriff is a crook and knows me, my name
I said mumma was insane and daddy was a criminal I grew up in a trailer [?] fucking [?] Now I’m making money experimenting with chemicals The fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles
Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black tar, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motor cade Sweeter than your baby face
Small town gang yeah we get so bored That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids Only doing what we won't, and don't take no shit
I might seem wild but mumma raised a gentleman In another life, no telling who I would've been Knight, or a king, or a [?] But I'm just me so I sing
[Chorus - Zella Day] Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I've been hearing all these things about you Creepin' into all the things that I do I've been hearing all these things about you About you, about you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black tar, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motor cade Sweeter than your baby face