A Truckload Of Mamma's Muffins

Tripping back and forth to the moon
As the miles drip off the spoon
Jacked up on cold caffene
Draggin my nutsthrough valvoline
Like the flinstones they use thier feet
I made the machine
Hey man smells like sumpin died under the seat
Out of mind maybe

Peel it back-peel it back
You got nothin' but skin
Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
To the moon

You know i gotta move
I rust like tin if i stand still
I got my barney olfield grin on
And i take my bitch for a ride
Hey man do ya wanna come along
Peel it back
She ain't got nuthin but skin
But her metal sure do shine

Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
You got nuthin but skin-peel it back

If i win i lose
Nuthin but skin
Nuthin
Shit goddammmm.