Lyrics Dead Kennedys

Dead Kennedys

Buzzbomb from Pasadena

Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile

The road's my slave that's how I feel

I cruise alone I cruise real far

I don't love you I love my car

Oh, oh oh oh, Oh, oh oh oh

Cross Nevada at a 110

Highway 50 and there's nobody there

Sign says next sign thirty miles

I work all week, each penny saved

Buys more escape from home

I'd rather cruise around all day

Than save up for a move

Plow through rest area San-o-Lets,

Splat goes the lonely salesman

Wanking in the men's room

Buzzbomb buzzbomb tape up loud

Blue piss clinging to my windshield

Faster faster in my car

Buzzbomb is my pride and joy

King of the trailer court

Waiting for the perfect chick

Who'll love me for my car

I tell her why I'm cool

She coos back just what I like

When I pretend she's near

Zip through Ely where Pat Nixon was born

The cops round here sure looking bored

Flashing sirens state patrol

They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job

They're shooting out my tires

Ain't no way to go to heaven

Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11