Lyrics:

they shot a movie once, in my hometown everybody was in it, from miles around out at the speedway, some kinda elvis thing
well i ain't no movie star but i can get behind anything yea i can get behind anything

get it out, get it all out yea stretch that thing make it last, make it all last at least until the supper bell rings well the taxi driver
like his rhythm never likes the stops throes of passion, throes of passion when something just threw him off

sometimes the faster it gets the less you need to know but you gotta remember, the smarter it gets the further it's gonna go
when you blow at high dough when you blow at high dough

whoa baby i feel fine i'm pretty sure it's genuine it makes no sense, no it makes no sense but i'll take it free any time whoever
fits her usually gets her it was the strangest thing how'd she move so fast, move so fast into that wedding ring

chorus

out at the speedway, same elvis thing well i can't catch her, but i can get behind anything yeah i can get behind anything well i
can get behind anything

chorus

out at the speedway, same elvis thing