A marble in a cup shaken about like hell
This way that way up down
You get the idea it's this way
In the back of the jeep
As he drives it all over the road
Hold on Nigel Mansell at the wheel
How fast can he go?
Will we get there alive?
Or crash n burn all smoke
Nothing left of us going to work
With the driver who liked racing
Like I did 35 years ago hehe
Mansell 2
Look at the gal over there
The one eating nuts
She can eat my nuts hehe
Like the other one does
She's quite nice with big thighs
She small legs that don't
Touch the floor when she sits down
Just like the one who doesn't talk
All feel the same with the light off
Kiss hold love touch gasp feel
Let's get it on babe
Jeep to work
Mansell 3
Give me things to write about
Steal my cheap old phone
Off me in the jeep
I'll pull the pistol from my bag
And shoot you in the back
As you flee when you see it
Hey not my fault you got plugged
You started it taking my mobile.
I took your cheap life
Worth as much as my phone
What do you say to that?.
Another dead street tough
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