Well, I went to bed in Memphis And I woke up in Hollywood I got a quarter in my pocket And I'd call you if I could But I don't know why, I gotta fly I wanna rock and roll this party I still wanna have some fun I wanna leave you feeling breathless Show you how the west was won But I gotta fly, I gotta fly Like Steve McQueen All I need's a fast machine I'm gonna make it all right Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You'll never catch me tonight I ain't takin' shit off no one Baby, that was yesterday I'm an all American rebel Making my big getaway Yeah, you know it's time, I gotta fly Like Steve McQueen All I need's a fast machine I'm gonna make it all right Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You'll never catch me tonight Like Steve McQueen Like Steve McQueen We got rock stars in the White house And all our pop stars look like porn All my heroes hit the highway 'Cause they don't hang out here no more 'Cause you can call me on my cell phone You can page me all night long But you won't catch this free bird I'll already be long gone Like Steve McQueen All we need's a fast machine And we're gonna make it all right Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You'll never catch us tonight Like Steve McQueen All we need's a fast machine And we're gonna ride it all night Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You'll never catch me tonight

Here I am the Moonlight Man with my six children I'm Steve McQueen Call me a cab I'm not that kinda guy, I have a dream Sometimes I ride the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab And shoot my guns across Dubai Bang, bang, bang, I'm that kinda guy But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter Curl up inside my typewriter and wish that I could die Your legs are so long they should come with their own elevator Don't worry darling, I'll be coming around to see you later Because between you and me and my best friend the housefly I'm a Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream I am God I am God thinking about God thinking about Steve McQueen It's for me the sirens and the sylphs do their twilight pining And on Saturday night I walk on someone else's stomach lining Up and down the street, call me a cab, call me a cab I'm a housefly called God and I don't give a fuck Here I come up the elevator Sixty floors hoping I don't get stuck And everyone out here does mean And everyone out here does pain And someone's gotta sing the stars And someone's gotta sing the rain I'm the atomizer I'm the vaporizer I turn everything to crud I like it here in your flesh and blood I'm the elevator man, don't you see? You're a spine lashed, long legged lovely young thing call me a cab And I'll drive to the top of the Burj Al Arab and fire my guns across your stomach Because someone's gotta sing the stars And someone's gotta sing the rain And someone's gotta sing the blood And someone's gotta sing the pain Watch out you fuckers I've got my six shooter and my housefly on a lead I'm Burj al-McQueen and I'm coming to make every last one of you bleed God is great, chances are God is good, well, I wouldn't go that far I'm Steve McQueen the atrocity man With my strap-on blood porn dream But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry I tell my housefly not to cry My housefly tells me not to die Because someone's gotta sing the stars And someone's gotta sing the rain And someone's gotta sing the blood And someone's gotta sing the pain Someone's gotta sing the stars Someone's gotta sing the rain Yeah that's me Riding my housefly Up and down your dream

Se mig sus forbi ('bi-bi-bi) Kald mig lynet McQueen (Vroom, ah) Bar' ring til politi ('ti-ti-ti) Og se de om de ka' fang' min bil, ah Fylder benz' ikk' diesel Den her Benz er ikk' leaset Du-du-du ka' tjek' nummerpladen Upsi-dupsi, her beviset Min chauffør kører bedre end Vin Diesel Fire biler, man sku' tro det var striben Fire brødre hopper ud - al' stilet Min chauffør kører bedre end Vin Diesel Hva-hva-hva' der' mit, det' dit Akhi, bon appétit Ikk' tænk, de her skejs de blanko Vi ku' book en suit, great i Paris Efterlade den som bandp Den her AMG'er ruller tungt V12'er gør mig dum Lille mami sidder bagved Sidder der og spiller dum Gi' hende selen rundt om munden Se mig sus forbi ('bi-bi-bi) Kald mig lynet McQueen (Vroom, ah) Bar' ring til politi ('ti-ti-ti) Og se om de ka' fang' min bil, ah Aventador den lægger lavt Helt lav som en krokodille Ja har min manyak ven med mig gennem Europa Er du dum? Vi' helt blæst, vi har brændt to mil Men havd er to mil for en ung spiller Når du spiller det her spil ka' du tabe eller vinde Og vi gjort så mange ting, set så mange ting Og jeg sørger for vi ikk' taber igen Åh-åh, RH La' os luk hele lortet, luk' DK Vi ka' lån' vores lambo i deres video Så de ka' lade som om de rykker kilo Åh-åh-åh, Samzi La' os hak de der løg ligesom Ramsey La' os bringe noget godt og gør dem ubehagelig Og la' os lave vores blok om til Bali Se mig sus forbi ('bi-bi-bi) Kald mig lynet McQueen (Vroom, ah) Bar' ring til politi ('ti-ti-ti) Og se om de ka' fang' min bil, ah