I'm burning rubber Down the highway I'm going 93 mph There's a lot of traffic Heading my way Away from the missile shower
And there's a truck In the fast lane And it's blowing its whistle loud And as he passes me In the mirror I see a big black mushroom cloud
We're rolling down the road again Into history The last page of history
I said, Hey! You talking to me You're blocking the highway They said Man, what's the matter with you I said I gotta get back to town And they said There ain't no town to get back to What do you mean What are you saying What's with all this panic and fear This is a joke And they said Is it? I thought they were making a video here
We're rolling down the road again Into history The last page of history History You know it's written in the book History We're making television history History Take a long last look
So hi baby baby Bye baby baby Goodbye baby Bye bye Why Don't cry It's sad that we're all on The last page of history The last page of history now
And all the trucks were full of harmonica players And the cars were full of organ players And they all played solo For the camera
1.2.3.4. Rolling down the road again Into history The last page of history
I'm confused, so confused What's your problem You're part of the news I'm gonna be famous I'm gonna be rich You're gonna be one dead Son of a bitch
'Cos you're wrong So wrong You're as wrong as a man can be This ain't no goddamn special effect It's the last page of history
We're rolling down the road again Happy trails to you Until we meet again