Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
You're in the wood
Got you feeling cold
With your voice
'Cause it's your choice
I've got my boys
And he can bring the noise
With my boys
You came in a Rolls-Royce
I want to bleed on my squire (and I need)
I want a plier (I gotta be)
My empty pile (a disease)
Take some water (lesser than I need)
'Cause I'm vile (can it be?)
Mister Driver
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
My [bad word] s long!
It's got me feeling strong
When I sing this song
And you smoke this bong
Rock it all night long
Will you want to be long?
'Cause we're feeling gone
My ual VietCong
I want to bleed on my squire (and I need)
I want a plier (I gotta be) tekst [bad word] My empty pile (a disease)
Take some water (lesser than I need)
Cause I'm vile (can it be?)
Mister Driver
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!