Don't move too fast you might end up in the gutter
Your feet are steel but your footprints are butter
Well I swore from the day that I was twenty two
That I'd never drink another can of special brew

Well there's really no need to make a fuss
There's really no need cos we're all Bozos on this bus

My best friend lent me his brand new car
So I drove it through the window of a burger bar
Well heavy on the ketchup with your foot down on the floor
& The devil's got the Mayo and he's heading for the door

My heart starts thumping & my blood pressure's high I'
M sleeping in the garage 'cos my bedroom's a pig sty
Well heavy on the metal with my foot down on the floor
& Your mother's got your breakfast & she's waiting at the garage floor