I wanna go ahead, until I
just run out of gas.
I wanna beat the road
with four - wheel thunder.
There's a Cadillac dealer
in Kansas city counting money,
and the highway patrol ain't going nowhere!

Don't say no, don't make me grieve.
Don't say no, you gotta feel the breeze.

On a clear night moonlight,
you and me and the car
under a thousand stars,
that's all the magic we need.
So, don't you go turnin' my dream
into a nightmare.
C'mon, let's ride right out of here!

Imagine you and I, leavin' it all behind.
Find another world beyond the turnpike,
there'll be lots of people uptight,
maybe some f.b.I.
And your daddy screaming bloody murder.

Don't say no, don't make me grieve.
Don't say no, you gotta feel the breeze.

Picture the two of us!
We're so happy, so much in love,
you know how the story goes:
at the end of the rainbow,
there's a bag of gold.