Lyrics by Hewings/Boag. Music by These Animal Men

Released on Too Sussed? Mini-LP and the Speeed King single.

Speeed King

She came home again
She was drunk, she's not my friend
She's a groovy teenage girl
She's doing alright by me

It's alright she's showing off

But if you get her in a car it's a long, long ride
Smashed up, buzzed out, speeding out of her mind
I'm scared for my auto, I'm 22 and a quarter

I will knock her out
I breathe

'Cos it's over and over and over
And upside down
She's my speeed king, around and around

We were sitting in a ditch
Some somersaulted pitch
The world and an ashtrays ash fill my mouth
But now my Ford Corsair's got a three inch hood
Smashed up, crushed down, mangled up for good
Gotta face the other, her brick filled in inbred brother

It's alright she's showing off
I breathe

Well, it's a climb to home an a British ruck
Mum said, "Get out", who cares, it's getting tough
My speeed kings back
My R.A.C., my enemy

Boag's car crash..."Un hoamge to a sharp kid." A head that's fed to a dancer's arse, a gambler of youth, a sulphate-skinny creature of envy. A modern day figurine born of Colin Malcnnes. From his feather cut top to the deaphts of his sub-atomic soul on top of the world.