| I’m standing by a streetlight
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| I’m hitching for a ride
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| Got no car keys in my cold hands
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| With a burning fire inside
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| You ain’t nothing without four wheels
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| There’s no pride in walking home
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| Got to get some money somehow
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| Got no job, can’t get no loan
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| Got no girl, I got no friends
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| Busted pride in busted shoes
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| I got the no wheels blues
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| See that T bird on the corner
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| Oh lord, don’t she look so fine
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| I got to find some money somehow
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| I got to make that T bird mine
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| I’m an ace without a license
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| I’m a champ without a car
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| Only a GT badge can save me
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| And gasoline can heal my scars
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| Without those car keys
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| She’ll never have me
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| I’m just some punk with worn out shoes
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| I got the no wheels blues |