Turbo Rock
There's good reason to be sure (I'm sure)
At home, and at work, and play
All I freakin' wanna do is turbo my life away
I'm a pocket rocket, stick in socket
Riding hot rails to hell
Spitting, smoking, flaming, guzzling
Soul that's already felt

Well that was then and how
Hot speed seeds to sow
Hung with the jacked-up gang
Novas and Shelby 'stangs
And rockin' 442
Yeah with yer flames o' blue
We're talkin' monster time
For macho auto-crime


This is the 80's-high time for turbo rock
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks


Out on the badlands strip
Choice blotter acid trip
Our pink slops with the dames
Beelzebub to blame
Ass ends are breaking loose
Headers a'belching Zeus
Just night and red-hot blocks
Powerplants double-stock
And then we'd cruise the gut
And pop a bitchin' nut
On Highway 309
Chug brown pops, eight or nine
And Wanda's head would bob 
On purple shift ball know
Those were the best of times
Now we're goin' turbo out of our minds


This is the 80's-high time for turbo rock
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks


Dash lights are screaming heat
Hot rubber stuck to street
On demons, booze, and speed
There's nothing else we need 
And major whiplash kick
The alpine jam blast trick
Now night rides really fly
Cuz we're goin' turbo out of our minds


This is the 80's-high time for turbo rock
Catatonic speed-crazed cosmo jocks