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Dodge Swinger
Hey lady, are you going my way?
Hop in, there's nothing more to say
We'll find a spot underneath the moon
Sit back and we'll listen to some tunes
You'll experience the universe & stars
Plastic Jesus on the dash of my car
Jupiter cyclops is waiting for you
I'll push the seat back for you to get a better view
We hit drive through the tail of the comet
I have a bag, in case you need to vomit
Whenever it feels right
Galaxy 500, faster then the speed of light
Hop in, there's nothing more to say
We'll find a spot underneath the moon
Sit back and we'll listen to some tunes
You'll experience the universe & stars
Plastic Jesus on the dash of my car
Jupiter cyclops is waiting for you
I'll push the seat back for you to get a better view
We hit drive through the tail of the comet
I have a bag, in case you need to vomit
Whenever it feels right
Galaxy 500, faster then the speed of light
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