Dedicated to Claude
surf pop
Lyrics
I gotta dragon in my wagon and I’m ready to skip
I gotta tiger in my tank, gonna head for the strip
I gotta ride, ride, ride
Movin’ out to the other side
I’m popping the clutch
Don’t be asking for much from me
I gotta date with am angel and a dollar to spend
I’m a fool to play it cool and say she’s only a friend
I gotta ride, ride, ride
Movin’ out to the other side
I’m popping the clutch
Don’t be asking for much from me
It’s the end of summer…
Time is running out on my summer dream
Fast cars, slow, dances, blue moon beams
Soon I will be marching with a pack on my back
Pounding down the pavement on the streets of Iraq
I got a reason to live, I got a reason to fight
I got a star up in heaven winking at me tonight
I gotta ride, ride, ride
Movin’ out to the other side
I’m popping the clutch
Don’t be asking for much from me
It’s the end of summer…