"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.
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds, sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot, time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun, so What's Happening?
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich, and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him UPS
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate, jailbait, in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, they'll do another day
And I recycle, I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number, hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet, hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail, in Braille, to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
What it is motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
Me, you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No, Pac-Man, drugs are bad
Nope, can't help you man
Pussies, whoa, holy shit
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds, sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot, time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun, so What's Happening?
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich, and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him UPS
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate, jailbait, in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today, just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, they'll do another day
And I recycle, I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number, hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet, hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail, in Braille, to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna come
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
What it is motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
Me, you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No, Pac-Man, drugs are bad
Nope, can't help you man
Pussies, whoa, holy shit
Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party of Five
Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere, slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Relax, don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax, don't do it when you wanna come
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
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