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    Yeehaw!

    I'm a road goat, baby
    I'm the terror of 101
    I'm a road goat, honey
    No muster on my truck

    Gas station nacho cheese
    Late night grub only cops would eat
    Microwaved burritos and beans
    Jet propulsion, see?

    Crotch all wet from spillin' beer
    Snatch a pizza from the freezer
    Eat raw in the store without paying a dime
    Hey what are you doing? Bye!

    Road goat
    Road goat
    Rain or sleet or snow, don’t you rock me daddy-o
    Get out of my way, eat smoke

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    Yeah, I'm a road goat, baby
    My beard slappin' in the wind
    I'm a road goat, honey
    That gene's my next of kin

    Lift my armpit, people drop like flies
    I take them home, hang them from the trees
    Skin them in the barn, make them into clothes
    Sell the rest to my pillow stores

    Roll down the windows, flies buzz inside
    Roll, back up and feel the bite
    Itch my arms and scratch my legs
    Lick the goo right off my hands!

    Road goat
    Road goat
    Down the canyon, ninety on the way
    Double lines, who, me?
    Y'all pull over at the sight of me
    Grab the kids and scream!
    Scream!

    No one will catch my ass
    We know, tort daughter pass
    Oh shit, a border stop
    Look at all them cops!

    Oh no, the fruit police!
    The fruit police?
    The fruit police
    Got any fruit in your car? Pull over now!

    There's a PO box at tolman, Colorado
    And I got my hell out of dodge
    A melting twist cone in my hand
    Across their windshield, splat! (take that!)

    If I should crash against a tree
    Be sure to bury me
    With my buzz martening tracks
    And my trusty gun
    And my chainsaw across my knee!

    Road goat!

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    Composición: Jello Biafra, Tony Slug, Lionn Vann Der Horst, Steven Van Der Werff y Ralph Spight

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