Too fast, two furious Boys
One fury road, no choads, gold Rolls Royce
Oil in my joints, hard to roll
Now we're rolling down the road, smoking petrol
Sipping on break fluid and juice
If you snooze you lose
I cruise like that guy from Cocktail
High octane
I'm a hotrod hotter than Hotmail

Yeah I work hard and I play hard
got my work car and my racecar
Doing car kickflips in my pimped out whip
And this Cape Cod road is my skate park
I always drive reckless
The birthmark on my solar plexus
Is shaped like the logo of Lexus
Take the next exit
Let's get some drive-thru breakfast

Doing a driveby at the drive-thru
You stranded at the drive-in like a virgin dude
Spinners on my grill, wheels on my chain
The Boys always overtaking in the fast lane
Yo, so get the fuck outta the way
We drivin steamrollers with twin V-8s
Riding over you like you framed roger rabbit
Treating every car as if they were a cyclist

Why don’t cars have sunroofs
Big fins, big boots, big wheels, big tunes
You wanna drive a Tesla, better pay Musk
If he designs like he runs twitter, then boy you’re fucked
Yo The Boys are gonna pick you up
We goin for a picnic so better bring some bud
We hotboxing hotdogs so keep the windows up
This cars not the only thing that can do donuts

Boy-bus full of boys ready to go nuts
Pedestrian guts on the bonnet
Bonus points when the bones get crushed
Stone cold when I'm in the boyzone
Yo, hit the clutch

(Yeah!) I'm the fucking Knight Rider
(Uh!) Engine screaming like a TIE fighter
Pedal to the metal when I speed up
Going faster than light, you can't see us
Do a quarter mile in minus six years
Great Scott! Driving back in time
New frontiers, new back tyres
They squeal like a pig
When I slick and slide through the night

Right turn to tighten,
Left turn to loosen
I remember how to screw
Cus I'm feeling juicy
Gonna Pimp my Ride like X to the Z
No why, I heard you like cars
So we put cars in these bars
So that when you take a ride
You can listen to tunes about taking a drive
And then bars about bars about cars
And on and on and on and on and on

Keep going on like Mandelbrot
Eat candle-lit dinners at truck stops
Cus when The Boys ride in their Boymobile
We going J.G Ballard, rising high behind the wheel