I'm out cruising in the desert.
It feels so fucking great.
The coolest pleasure is to ride in
my mustang, my mustang 68!
I'm running out of fuel.
I'm running out of gas.
My babe's in the backseat now,
And I'm on the top of the world.
Four liters of whisky makes us neat,
when doubles our crops of feat.
I'm running out of fuel,
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
I'm running out of gas.
(x2)
I'm running out of fuel.
I'm running out of gas.
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
I'm running out of fuel,
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
I'm running out of gas.
I'm running, running out of fuel.
I'm running, running out of gas.
I'm running, running out of fuel.
I'm running, oh!
I'm running, running out fuel, yeah!
Oh, I'm running, running out of gas, yeah.
Oh, I'm running.
