Lyrics
i closed the door on a hong kong man, he made his living selling heroin, i checked the cactus it don't need no water, tv set it was quite a salaughter, slam the hood down on the plymoth roadrunner, put the cigar out i don't like the smell or the flavor, check your mirror and then check your radiator, where we going, where we going, over the border, i caught a plane out of cincinnati, he was a third generation pimp kind of pretty, he laughed as he asked me for a favor, i put a 9mm in his ear and said i see you later, slam the hood down on the plymoth roadrunner, put the cigar out i don't like the smell or the flavor, check your mirror and then check your radiator, where we going, where we going, over the border, all you really needed was to be somebody, they took the kindness from your eyes, that's the break how you like them, 30 years on the highway running, i've got a trunk full of guns no love and no woman, so i sleeped into this bar in downtown miami, there is a cocaine czar making lot's of money, check the safety on both your ouzi's, 30 seconds later it's a kind of gooey, slam the hood down on the plymoth roadrunner, put the cigar out i don't like the smell or the flavor, check your mirrors and then check your radiator, where we going, where we going, over the border, where we going, where we going, over the border
Song details
Artist: burdon, eric