Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady Pretty eyed, pirate smile She was the seamstress for the band She'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must

I'm a highway star And everything I love it and I need it Alright hold on tight Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

I'm a highway star And everything I love it and I need it Alright hold on tight Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine

I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

Hell bent, hell bent for leather There's many who tried to prove that they're faster But they didn't last and they died as they tried Seek him here, seek him on the highway Never knowing when he'll appear All await, engine's ticking over Hear the roar as

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.

Dead or alive They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage can And I'm alone And I'm on the highway Wanted dead or alive We was broke and hungry on a summer day They sent the sheriff down to try and drive us away We was sittin' ducks for the police man I'm