Highway 1 Lyrics - Singles - The Foxboro Hot Tubs

I'm on a midnight death trip 

I'm on a mission from God 

A stolen car and a death wish 

To hell on Highway 1 

Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour 

I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more 

C'mon! 

I've got my blues, gonna make a racket 

Nothing to lose but this strait jacket on too tight 

I'm alive! 

As the wind comes off the ocean 

And my hair is combed just right 

I'm in a stolen locomotion 

Straight out of 1965 

So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour 

I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more 

C'mon! 

I've got my friends and a sharkskin jacket 

Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die 

I'm alive! 

Whoo! 

Well, on the night before the supper 

And I'm gonna smash the glass just right 

So, give me one good dose of thunder 

Before I fall on my ass tonight 

Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour 

I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more 

C'mon! 

I've got my blues, gonna make a racket 

Nothing to lose but this strait jacket on too tight 

I'm alive! 

C'mon! 

Ha ha ha!