Lyrics to Road Tripped
Sabbath playing on the stereo, just a few more hours in the van to go.
Shotgun called, policeman pulled again.
We didn't get paid so we can't get back, but nipple tweaks will sort it out.
Favourite stinking sleeping bag got left behind again.
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the arse end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
And if you want to come and take a ride with us,
There's eight free seats on Barney's bus.
Timmy says he wants to come and be in our band,
But he doesn't like sleeping in a transit van,
And he wants to earn some money,
And play a sell out show.
Don't know where we're sleeping, but we'll find some new mates,
And we'll win them over with the sounds we make.
And if you want to come and take us home with you,
We'll drink your cider and we'll eat your food.
You just wanted their respect,
You maybe broke, but you're not broken.
You don't need talent to join our band.
Are you sure it's what you want to do?
You just wanted their respect,
You maybe broke, but you're not broken.
Yeah, you don't need talent to join our band.
Are you sure that's what you want to do?
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the arse end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
We work long shifts and we go on tour,
And we definitely should practice more.
But young Timmy thinks that we play good shows.
And our three litres always makes us go.
And after when it's finished and we're all alone,
We pull the plugs and we set off home.
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
And if you want to come and take a ride with us,
There's eight spare seats on Barney's bus.
You just wanted their respect,
You maybe broke, but you're not broken.
And you don't need talent to join our band.
Are you sure it's what you want to do?
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the arse end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
And if you want to come and take a ride with us,
There's eight spare seats on Barney's bus.
Shotgun called, policeman pulled again.
We didn't get paid so we can't get back, but nipple tweaks will sort it out.
Favourite stinking sleeping bag got left behind again.
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the arse end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
And if you want to come and take a ride with us,
There's eight free seats on Barney's bus.
Timmy says he wants to come and be in our band,
But he doesn't like sleeping in a transit van,
And he wants to earn some money,
And play a sell out show.
Don't know where we're sleeping, but we'll find some new mates,
And we'll win them over with the sounds we make.
And if you want to come and take us home with you,
We'll drink your cider and we'll eat your food.
You just wanted their respect,
You maybe broke, but you're not broken.
You don't need talent to join our band.
Are you sure it's what you want to do?
You just wanted their respect,
You maybe broke, but you're not broken.
Yeah, you don't need talent to join our band.
Are you sure that's what you want to do?
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the arse end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
We work long shifts and we go on tour,
And we definitely should practice more.
But young Timmy thinks that we play good shows.
And our three litres always makes us go.
And after when it's finished and we're all alone,
We pull the plugs and we set off home.
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
And if you want to come and take a ride with us,
There's eight spare seats on Barney's bus.
You just wanted their respect,
You maybe broke, but you're not broken.
And you don't need talent to join our band.
Are you sure it's what you want to do?
And I don't know where we're going but we're making good time,
At the arse end of nowhere, but we'll be just fine.
And if you want to come and take a ride with us,
There's eight spare seats on Barney's bus.
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