"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Last weekend, you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find your man, he was chillin' with his homies
This weekend you're goin' out
If he try to to stop you, you're goin' off
You got your hair done and your nails done too
A new outfit and your Fendi shoes
You and your crew parlayin' at the hottest spot
Tonight you're gonna find the fellas
Rollin' in the Lexus trucks and Hummers
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Call your boys, 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
Should tell your girl she ain't comin' tonight
You're goin' solo
Cut her off when she talk some noise
You know you got the right to get your party on
So get your haircut and your car washed too
Lookin' like a star in your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica that's gonna dance all night
If you wanna
Though he say he got a girl (oh)
Yeah, it's true, you got a man (oh)
But the party ain't gon' stop (oh-oh)
So let's make it hot, hot (oh-oh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (oh, yeah)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (oh yeah)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (yeah)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh-oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (oh-oh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh-oh)
We can get down now (woah)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake, sha-shake, shake
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist, tw-twist
You better dip that thing (better dip that thing)
(One more time papi's mommies)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce (bounce)
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake sha-shake shake (shake)
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist tw-twist (twist, twist it, twist it)
You better dip that thing (dip that thing)
(Bounce it up and down papis, mamis)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (uh-huh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh)
We can get down now
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (no)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain't thinkin' about my man tonight
Uh-huh, I ain't worried my girl, aight
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Thou shall say my name
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Last weekend, you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find your man, he was chillin' with his homies
This weekend you're goin' out
If he try to to stop you, you're goin' off
You got your hair done and your nails done too
A new outfit and your Fendi shoes
You and your crew parlayin' at the hottest spot
Tonight you're gonna find the fellas
Rollin' in the Lexus trucks and Hummers
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Though he say he got a girl
Yeah, it's true, you got a man
But the party ain't gon' stop
So let's make it hot, hot
Call your boys, 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
Should tell your girl she ain't comin' tonight
You're goin' solo
Cut her off when she talk some noise
You know you got the right to get your party on
So get your haircut and your car washed too
Lookin' like a star in your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica that's gonna dance all night
If you wanna
Though he say he got a girl (oh)
Yeah, it's true, you got a man (oh)
But the party ain't gon' stop (oh-oh)
So let's make it hot, hot (oh-oh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown, grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (oh, yeah)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (oh yeah)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (yeah)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh-oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (oh-oh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh-oh)
We can get down now (woah)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake, sha-shake, shake
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist, tw-twist
You better dip that thing (better dip that thing)
(One more time papi's mommies)
Bounce baby, bounce, bo-bounce bounce, bo-bounce (bounce)
Twerk it, twerk it
Shake baby, shake sha-shake shake (shake)
Work it, work it
Twist baby, twist tw-twist (twist, twist it, twist it)
You better dip that thing (dip that thing)
(Bounce it up and down papis, mamis)
Sexy women, do that dance (oh)
Fly ladies, work your man (uh-huh)
Ballin' fellas, time to clown (oh)
We can get down now
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (grown)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (no)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh)
All you ladies, leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ladies leave your man at home (la-la-ladies, ladies)
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown (ba-ba-ballers, ballers)
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends (fe-fe-fellas, fellas)
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain't thinkin' about my man tonight
Uh-huh, I ain't worried my girl, aight
All you ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Ladies leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends
'Cause it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
Thou shall say my name
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Jumpin', Jumpin' Lyrics as written by Chad James Elliott Beyonce Knowles
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