This is a song from the movie "Cars"
I'm American made, Bud Light, Chevrolet
My mama taught me wrong from right
I was born in the South
Sometimes I have a big mouth
When I see something that I don't like
Well, I gotta say it
We've been driving this road
For a mighty long time
Payin' no mind to the signs
Well the neighborhood's changed
It's all been rearranged
We left that road somewhere behind
Slow down, you're gonna crash
Baby, you were screamin'
It's a gas, gas, gas
Look out, baby, take your blinders off
Everybody's lookin' for a way
To get real gone, real gone
Real gone
There's a new kid in town
He's got high paid friends
He thinks he's gonna make history
You think you know him so well
Yeah, you think he's so swell
But he's just perpetuatin' prophecy
Come on
Slow down, you're gonna crash
Baby, you were screamin'
It's a gas, gas, gas
Look out, baby, take your blinders off
Everybody's lookin' for a way
To get real gone, real gone
Ooh, ooh, ooh, real gone
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, real gone
Ooh, ooh, ooh, real gone, uh
You can say what you want
But you can't say it 'round here
'Cause they'll catch you and give you a whippin'
I believe I was right
When I said you were wrong
You didn't like the sound of that
Now did ya?
Slow down, you're gonna crash
Baby, you were screamin'
It's a gas, gas, gas
Look out, baby, take your blinders off
Everybody's lookin' for a way
To get real gone
Here I come, and I'm so not scared
Got my pedal to the metal
Got my hands in the air
Ooh, baby, take your blinders off
Everybody's lookin' for a way
To get real gone, real gone
Real gone
Real gone
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