Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Off of work and in the shower on a Friday night
I'm back on in the morning but I feel alright
Outside in a long, mean tan machine
With paint burnin' off the bumper from the blazin' speed
Ring the bell on the porch and you come on down
Are you well tonight my darling of Long Island Sound?
I got some money for the movies but it aint that much
Take it easy now, sweetie, cuz it's mostly 1's
Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
On the main drags, interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Grab a coat in the winter, there's no heated seats
It gets stuffy in the summer cuz there's no A/C
Push hard on that window, it gets stuck going down
That door doesn't open, gotta go around
Give a twist on the aux to hear the music right
I'm wiping all my boogers on the driver's side
The check engine light on, I'm gonna do it myself
But I'm no mechanic, darling, I might need some help
With the pulsing brakes and the wheel that shakes
The endless empty gaslight tanks
Coolant bakes, the engine aches
The faulty valve for fuel intake
The oil escapes and the rotors quake
The grinding sound that the drive shaft makes
And the salty roads make the undercarriage
Rust away
Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
I'm beat-up from better days in the old hatchback
It's no convertible, it's no pink Cadillac
It's not as steady as a Honda or hot as a Porsche
But there's a lot of magic, baby, in this Taurus Ford
I'll show you, just waiting on the green of the light
There'll be a big tan blur if I hit it right
With the sweet soul music and you next to me
In the beige bullet, babe I've never felt so free
Hit the gas, the tail lights are all they saw
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Owen McMahon - The Beige Bullet Lyrics
Owen McMahon - The Beige Bullet Lyrics
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Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Off of work and in the shower on a Friday night
I'm back on in the morning but I feel alright
Outside in a long, mean tan machine
With paint burnin' off the bumper from the blazin' speed
Ring the bell on the porch and you come on down
Are you well tonight my darling of Long Island Sound?
I got some money for the movies but it aint that much
Take it easy now, sweetie, cuz it's mostly 1's
Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
On the main drags, interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Grab a coat in the winter, there's no heated seats
It gets stuffy in the summer cuz there's no A/C
Push hard on that window, it gets stuck going down
That door doesn't open, gotta go around
Give a twist on the aux to hear the music right
I'm wiping all my boogers on the driver's side
The check engine light on, I'm gonna do it myself
But I'm no mechanic, darling, I might need some help
With the pulsing brakes and the wheel that shakes
The endless empty gaslight tanks
Coolant bakes, the engine aches
The faulty valve for fuel intake
The oil escapes and the rotors quake
The grinding sound that the drive shaft makes
And the salty roads make the undercarriage
Rust away
Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
I'm beat-up from better days in the old hatchback
It's no convertible, it's no pink Cadillac
It's not as steady as a Honda or hot as a Porsche
But there's a lot of magic, baby, in this Taurus Ford
I'll show you, just waiting on the green of the light
There'll be a big tan blur if I hit it right
With the sweet soul music and you next to me
In the beige bullet, babe I've never felt so free
Hit the gas, the tail lights are all they saw
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Off of work and in the shower on a Friday night
I'm back on in the morning but I feel alright
Outside in a long, mean tan machine
With paint burnin' off the bumper from the blazin' speed
Ring the bell on the porch and you come on down
Are you well tonight my darling of Long Island Sound?
I got some money for the movies but it aint that much
Take it easy now, sweetie, cuz it's mostly 1's
Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
On the main drags, interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Grab a coat in the winter, there's no heated seats
It gets stuffy in the summer cuz there's no A/C
Push hard on that window, it gets stuck going down
That door doesn't open, gotta go around
Give a twist on the aux to hear the music right
I'm wiping all my boogers on the driver's side
The check engine light on, I'm gonna do it myself
But I'm no mechanic, darling, I might need some help
With the pulsing brakes and the wheel that shakes
The endless empty gaslight tanks
Coolant bakes, the engine aches
The faulty valve for fuel intake
The oil escapes and the rotors quake
The grinding sound that the drive shaft makes
And the salty roads make the undercarriage
Rust away
Hit the gas and make a pass leaving folk's in awe
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
I'm beat-up from better days in the old hatchback
It's no convertible, it's no pink Cadillac
It's not as steady as a Honda or hot as a Porsche
But there's a lot of magic, baby, in this Taurus Ford
I'll show you, just waiting on the green of the light
There'll be a big tan blur if I hit it right
With the sweet soul music and you next to me
In the beige bullet, babe I've never felt so free
Hit the gas, the tail lights are all they saw
That's a freight train, a rocket ship, that aint no car
From the main drags to interstates and dark backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Writer: Owen McMahon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid