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The lyrics of this song, written in the first-person perspective of a granny trying to escape from being institutionalized by recklessly driving her speedster until she is pulled over by the police. The final line deliver’s the granny’s motivation: to live by her own rules.
The song is inspired by...
[Intro: Spoken]
Let 'er rip!
Here we go, whee!
[Verse 1]
Buzzbomb, buzzbomb
Macho-mobile
The road's my slave
That's how I feel
I cruise alone
I cruise real far
Shoo, young punk!
I love my car
[Refrain]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Cross Nevada at a 110
Highway 50
And there's nobody there
The sign says, "Next sign: 30 miles!"
[Chorus]
My pension comes, each penny saved
Buys more escape from home
I'd rather cruise around all day
Than move into a home
Plow through rest area San-o-Lets
"Splat!" goes the lonely salesman
Still wanking in the men's room...
[Verse 3]
Buzzbomb, buzzbomb
Tape up loud
Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10
Faster, faster in my car
[Chorus]
Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
King of the trailer court
Waiting for a nice young man
Who'll love me for my car
Who tells me why I'm cool
Tells me just what I like
When I pretend he's here, ooh
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
Shred through Palm Springs
Across the golf course
Cops 'round here scratching their heads
Flashing sirens, state patrol... Uh-oh
[Chorus]
They're scuffing up the side of my car
They're shooting out my tires
This ain't no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-Eleven
[Outro]
Shit!
Damn!
Let go of me, motherfucker
I wanna live by my rules!
Buzzbomb from Pasadena was written by Jello Biafra & East Bay Ray.
Buzzbomb from Pasadena was produced by Thom Wilson & East Bay Ray.