The 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, motorcade,
Sweeter than your baby face.

Small town gang got nothing to do,
We got guns, got [bad word]  got the sun and the moon,
We got big city plans but it always rains,
And the sheriff is a crook and knows me by name.

I said momma was insane and daddy was a criminal,
I grew up in a trailer with a dream of [bad word] centerfolds,
Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals,
The fact I'm still alive is why I still believe in miracles.

The Mustang kids are out! [×6]

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, motorcade,
Sweeter than your baby face.

Small town gang, yeah, we get so bored
That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store,
 [bad word] these streets, we're the Mustang kids,
Only doing what we want and don't take no [bad word] 

I might seem wild but momma raised a gentleman,
In another life no telling who I would have been,
Knight or a king, or a boxer in a ring,
But I'm just me so I sing.

The Mustang kids are out! [×6]

I've been hearing all these things about you,
Creeping into all the things that I do,
I've been hearing all these things about you,
About you, about you.

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, motorcade,
Sweeter than your baby face.