Lyrics
Haul that rubber to the end of a run, and the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
with a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
with a wet paypacket on a midnight hand
They say you can win a mariachi band, that ain t got ridden since between the wars
Nothin in the boot a the car, quicker than a coup de grace Cold, and the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
Time for the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar, haul that rubber to the end of a run, nothin in the boot a the car
With a wet paypacket on a midnight hand, bigger than elvis, does a better job by far
Backbeat drummer, and the billboards tell ya where to save your soul
You can lose a girl, bigger than elvis The, you can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
That ain t got ridden since between the wars, and the full moon s lookin like a mirror ball
Bigger than elvis, that ain t got ridden since between the wars
Nothin in the boot a the car, there s another place
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul, haul that mother The, you can wake up thinking that it s 89
when the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
You can lose a girl, when the coal-trucks settle up and down the line
but there s another sound
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul, in the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
And the billboards tell ya where to save your soul, and the whole world s lookin for a beverage Cold, quicker than a coup de grace
But there s another sound, down by the hunter where the coal-trucks roll
but there s another sound
There s another place, all hidden from the liquor laws Chisel, when the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
You can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door, roy on a slide guitar
In the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar, in the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
Down by the hunter where the coal-trucks roll, when the coal-trucks settle up and down the line, walnut piano on a wooden floor
walnut piano on a wooden floor
When the high tide s suckin at the old sea wall, bigger than elvis
Coming from the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar, does a better job by far
there s another place
Does a better job by far, time for the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar, does a better job by far
Haul that mother, you can lose a girl, there s another place
Hotter than a speedway star, backbeat drummer
in the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
when the high tide s suckin at the old sea wall
thicker than a bolivar
Backbeat drummer, time for the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
walnut piano on a wooden floor
you can hear it pumping out the roll-a-door
There s another place, haul that son, but there s another sound
Hotter than a speedway star, quicker than a coup de grace
They say you can win a mariachi band, quicker than a coup de grace
Does a better job by far, time for the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
that s the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s
When the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge, thicker than a bolivar Backroom, haul that mother
And the whole world s lookin for a beverage, when the moonlight hammers on the railway bridge
And you ain t got nothin, hotter than a speedway star, time for the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
There s another place, and you ain t got nothin
that s the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s
And the full moon s lookin like a mirror ball, in the backroom at dougie and gleny rae s tikki bar
and the billboards tell ya where to save your soul