Busted truck out of KaladarnRadio crackles on without menRod Busted ridenCops like flies and a broken bottle droppednCorina in the seat besidenWith her head back out the windownAnd the wind busting through her long curly hairnBreak’n down the pretentious thin man’s legsnBreak ‘em down, break ‘em downnnMy time is flyingnMy time is flyingnMy time is flyingnFrom here [ho hooo]nnDaluca smokes the football griftnBy the light of his Ford dashnThe smoke it driftsnBoot leg beer and the boys under the hoodnFlashing yellow lights bring on the springtimennMy time is flyingnMy time is flyingnMy time is flyingnFrom here [ho hooo]nnLike grease from a seized nipplenLike geese on goose greasenLike babies on acidnWhy’s the cradle drippin’…. MannMy time is flyingnMy time is flyingnMy time is flyingnFrom here [ho hooo]nnn n n n n