Highway 90

(In all your travel, remember this: it's a highway... to heaven.)

[Verse]
I'm driving down Highway 90
Going back for the hair of that dog that bit me
I'm gonna bite back while I can
Are you my boy? Are you my man?

Driving down Highway 90
And the road becomes a boy, to a bullet, to a brain
The sky, all of this gray matter looks like rain

[Chorus]
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[Verse]
Driving down Highway 90, I think about a girl, she lives so fast
She coulda been a Supersonic Chica
If she could get off her ass

Driving down Highway 90
I dream about a day at a comic book store
I didn't wanna be a groupie
But I guess I am a comic book whore

[Chorus]
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[Chorus]
Driving down Highway 90
Lock my up in a disco and throw away the key
I wanna be Donna Summer
But I'll bet she wouldn't wanna be me

[Bridge]
Driving down Highway 90
Highway 90

Oh 90
90!
90
Oooooh 90!!

Driving down Highway 90
Highway 90
Driving down Highway 90
Highway 90

[Verse]
Driving down Highway 90
Got vivarin in my body and a soda by my side
I'll also be a freak this time next week
Oh, I don't wanna think — just drive

Driving down Highway 90
I'm a fish in a [4]-lane ghost car scream
Now just stay on my good side
This car is mean

[Chorus]
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Oh 90
90!!

Oh.... 90!
90
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90!
90!! 90 90 90!!!

[Outro]
Oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh
(Buddha does commend me on my auto zen.)
Oh, oh oh
(Buddha does commend me on my auto zen.)
Oh, oh oh
Buddha does commend me on my auto zen!