Hakutulokset: 'race tabl mad'

High waisted five pocket jeans

Now I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin',

I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin'.

It was a-hummin' along at a terrible pace,

and I knew right then it was the end of the race.

When it flew by us, I turned the other way,

the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say,

for it was a kid, in a hopped up Model-A.