(Original lyrics: Blondie; Rapture)

Toe to toe

Dancing really slow

Barely breathing

Almost comatose…

(pressdog!)

Wall to wall

People hypnotized

And they’re stepping lightly

Hanging upon her any pierce any night in Rapture

Back to back

Sacrailiac

Spineless movement

And a furious attack

Face to face

Sadly solitude

And it’s finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping

In ‘DannaCar Land!

“Flavour Flav HMS Monogram told me everybody’s high

DJ’s spinning’ have been saving’ my mind

Flash is Fast, Flash is cool

Jacke Vanilla sez fast, Flashe’ no do

And we try to stop
((Watching’ MAC Montoya, Sam Hornish & ALL those Open Wheel DEFECTORS!)
SURE SHIT!
Just go out to a parking lot

Get in your automobile as well as we expostulate genuine far
Away from a track!

After we expostulate all night, we see a splendid flashing light

And it comes right down as well as lands upon a ground

And out pops a Girl in a glossy sequin showering fit from RASSCAR!

And we try to run though She’s got a gun

And She shoots we passed as well as “She cooking your head

And afterwards you’re in a Girl from RASSCAR!

You go out during night, eatin’ Racecars
You eat Marches, Reynard’s, Swift’s as well as Panoz’s too…
And we do not stop, we keep upon eatin’ Single Seaters

Then, when there’s no some-more Racecars leftYou go out during night as well as eat up Open Wheel Racing array instead
Like Champ Car as well as a IRL
While ‘Ol timers desperately adhere to fantasies of a renaissance…

Face to face, dance impertinence to cheek
One to one, male to man

Dance toe to toeDon’t pierce to slow, ’cause a Girl from RASSCAR is slicing thru
(Excuse me HULIO!)

But Mrs. Hospenthal is by with a competition
‘cause She’s been eatin’ a ton ‘O laugh quietly bars

Yeah, wall to wall, doorway to door, gymnasium to hall

She’s gonna eat ‘em all

Rapture…

Be pure

Take a tour; by a sewer

Don’t aria your brain
Just check out which Sports Illustrated Swimsuit emanate instead!
And afterwards contend it genuine fast
Boog-itee- Boog-itee- Boog-itee!
Paint a train, means you’ll be singing’ in a rain
If brave ain’t a little ‘Tin Tops upon genuine soon

I contend stop throwin those towering dew cans during Pretty Boy Floyd
Junior Nation!
Just be great ‘ol boyzs as well as hearten for ‘dannaCar instead!

Well right away we see what we wish to be
Just similar to Mike, who’s perplexing to siphon up ‘Dem Spin-Car ratings upon TV

‘Cause a Girl from RASSCAR won’t eat Candy bars when She’s PEAK-ing

In a splendid lights…

And we hip-hop, as well as we do not stop

Just explosion off, certain shot

‘Cause a Girl from RASSCAR stopped eatin’ Racecars

And right away She usually devours IndyCar
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