With a special thanx to Francois Besson
I cruise around in my Cadillac
In the highest gear I hit the track
I roll down the highway, I rant , I rave
When i'm on the highway no one is safe
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Hills up and hills down
Speedin' up and i'm heading for town
Cruisin' around ,that's my life
So I drive
I hear the sound of growlin' machine
It's a hot rod car and the driver looks mean
There we stand face to face
When the light turns green there's gonna be a race
chorus / solo and a car crash.....
St Peter said, you're at the wrong place
Cause here is peace and we don't race
Put i know a place where you'll feel well
So get your car and go to hell
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Well, you lived careless, didn't think of tomorrow
Took day by day, didn't have any sorrows
You were wild, some kind of a James Dean
You made us laugh, when we went to places
Tellin' jokes, pullin' funny faces
You were a wildcat, with a heart of gold
But like many rebels, you didn't get very old
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You didn't walk the line (2X)
You wanted to have a good time
True rebel -true rebel
Best friend of mine
A crazy rocker with tattooed arms
Many girls fell for your charms
Rock and roll, a beer and a smile
Elvis my way, that was your style
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You made us laugh, when we went to places
Tellin' jokes, pullin' funny faces
You were a wildcat, with a heart of gold
One thing for sure, although you're dead
You're in our hearts and we'll never forget
You were a friend to rely on
And it hurts so much to know that you're gone
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