Keep that motor runnin' Jocko
I won't be long on inside
If you shut the motor off
My luck, th' battery'd die
Whoa, I love robbin' banks
Yes, I love robbin' banks
You tell the teller thanks
Aw honey, for me

Well, we left Argentina
We had Alaska in our eyes
Head out for them clear, cold nights
And white capped mountains an' lions, now
Lord, I love bein' a chauffeur
'Cause, I love bein' a chauffeur
I'm a backseat gopher
Ridin' in the car with you

Keep them dogs quiet good, boy
I won't be long in the barn
If you get scared and run
You bastard, I'll break your arms, now
Lord, I love poachin' chickens
'Cause, I love poachin' chickens
We'll fry 'em finger-lickin'
Some kind o' good

Keep that bottle comin' good boy
Lord I'm getting so dry inside
If you break it or drop it
My luck we gonna die dry
Lord, I love drinkin' whiskey
'Cause, I love drinkin' whiskey
Makin' me feel risky
Every time I do a jug, now

Keep them eyes peeled good, boy
For that highway patrol
If they catch and lock us up now
They're gonna keep us 'til we grey and old and ugly and nasty
Lord, I love bein' illegal
Yes, I love bein' illegal
Makin' my bone wiggle
Everytime I see the law

Yes, I love robbin' banks
Whoa, I love bein' a chauffeur
Yes, I love poachin' chickens
Lord, I love drinkin' whiskey
Yes, I love bein' illegal
Lord, I love robbin' banks
You tell the teller thanks
Aw honey, for me



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