Transfusion

Nervous Norvus

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Charles Lloyd

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Emmanuel Asuquo

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Chris Kestermont

Tooling down the highway doing 79
I′m a twin pipe papa and I'm feeling fine
Hey man, dig, that was that a red stop sign

Transfusion, transfusion
I′m just a solid mess of contusions
Never, never, never gonna speed again
Slip the blood to me, Bud

I jump in my rod about a quarter to nine
I gotta make a date with that chick of mine
I cross the centre line man you gotta make time

Transfusion, transfusion
Oh man, I got the cotton picking convolutions
Never, never, never gonna speed again
Shoot the juice to me, Bruce

My foot's on the throttle and it's made of lead
But I′m a fast ridding daddy with a real cool head
I′ma gonna pass a truck on the hill ahead

Transfusion, transfusion
My red corp-suckles are in mass confusion
Never, never, never gonna speed again
Pass the crimson to me, Jimson

I took a little drink and I'm feeling right
I can fly right over everything, everything in sight
There′s a slow poking cat I'm gonna pass him on the right

Transfusion, transfusion
I′m a real gone paleface and that's no illusion
I′ma never, never, never gonna speed again
Pass the claret to me, Barrett

A rolling down the mountain on a rainy day
Oh, when you see me coming better start to pray
I'ma cutting up the road and I'm the boss all the way

Transfusion, transfusion
Oh doc, pardon me for this crazy intrusion
I′m never, never, never gonna speed again
Pump the fluid in me, Louie

I′m burning up the highway early this morn
I'm a-passing everybody, oh, nothing but corn
Man, outta my way, I don′t drive with my horn

Transfusion, transfusion
Oh, nurse I'm gonna make a new resolution
I′m never, never, never gonna speed again
Put a gallon in me, Alan

Oh, barnyard drivers are found in two classes
Line crowding hogs and speeding jackasses
So remember to slow down today
Hey daddy, oh
Make that type, O huh
Atta boy

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I'm a twin pipe papa and I'm feeling fine

Hey man, dig, that was that a red stop sign

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I gotta make a date with that chick of mine

I cross the centre line man you gotta make time

Oh man, I got the cotton picking convolutions

My foot's on the throttle and it's made of lead

But I'm a fast ridding daddy with a real cool head

I'ma gonna pass a truck on the hill ahead

My red corp-suckles are in mass confusion

I took a little drink and I'm feeling right

I can fly right over everything, everything in sight

There's a slow poking cat I'm gonna pass him on the right

I'm a real gone paleface and that's no illusion

I'ma never, never, never gonna speed again

A rolling down the mountain on a rainy day

Oh, when you see me coming better start to pray

I'ma cutting up the road and I'm the boss all the way

Oh doc, pardon me for this crazy intrusion

I'm never, never, never gonna speed again

I'm burning up the highway early this morn

I'm a-passing everybody, oh, nothing but corn

Man, outta my way, I don't drive with my horn

Oh, nurse I'm gonna make a new resolution

Oh, barnyard drivers are found in two classes

Line crowding hogs and speeding jackasses

Transfusion • 1956

Transfusion

Nervous Norvus

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