Rob Zombie — Two-Lane Blacktop tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
We’ve been goin', I’v never been at ease
I met a gyspie girl and took her on the track
The kinda girl walk
The driver don’t talk
20 bucks between them just to keep them alive
Drivin'
Drivin'
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Were goin', goin' to Amrillo
A zero to a sixty, in a 7.5
A model and a bagel steels California
A glass of a beer, a scot of a rat
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain’t crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!
Come on baby, do me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Where ya goin', an airport road
A clean machine, a real home girl
Baracuda, '68
Nothing there, she can wait
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain’t crazy
Come on baby, pick me up, pick me up!
Come on baby, do me baby
Come on baby, hook it up, hook it up!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Come on!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
We 've been goin', i ' v never been at ease
Spotkałem dziewczynkę z gyspie i zabrałem ją na tor.
The kinda girl walk
Kierowca nic nie mówi.
20 dolców, żeby utrzymać ich przy życiu.
Drivin'
Drivin'
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Were goin', goin ' to Amrillo
Od zera do sześćdziesiątki, w 7.5
Model i bajgiel steels California
Szklanka piwa, Szkot szczura
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain ' t crazy
Dalej kochanie, podnieś mnie, podnieś mnie!
Come on baby, do me baby
Dalej kochanie, podłącz to, podłącz to!
Dalej!
Dalej!
Dalej!
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Where ya goin', an airport road
A clean machine, a real home girl
Baracuda, 1968
Nic tam nie ma, może poczekać.
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'
Come on baby, I ain ' t crazy
Dalej kochanie, podnieś mnie, podnieś mnie!
Come on baby, do me baby
Dalej kochanie, podłącz to, podłącz to!
Dalej!
Dalej!
Dalej!
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Dalej!
Drivin'
Blacktop rollin'