Lyrics The Cramps – Get Off The Road
Text:
Hey, who the hell do they think they are ?
Ah, they’re just a bunch of girls
We are the Hellcats nobody likes
Maneaters on motorbikes
We own this road so you better get lost
When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you’ll find that you’ve blown your mind
When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you’ll find that you’ve blown your mind
Get off the road !
Get off the road!
We know man’s made out of clay
He shootin’ clay pigeons today
Get off the road before we have crossed
Or you might get your rear-end tossed
Gonna be uptight, we’re ridin’here tonight
Get off the road !
Get off the road !
Get off the road !
Get off the road !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Maneaters !
Album
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The Cramps – Get Off The Road
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The Cramps – Georgia Lee Brown
The Cramps – Blue Moon Baby
The Cramps – It’s Just That Song
The Cramps – Aloha From Hell
The Cramps – (Hot Pool Of) Womanneed
The Cramps – Chicken
The Cramps – Cornfed Dames
The Cramps – Kizmiaz
The Cramps – Can Your Pussy Do The Dog?
The Cramps – What’s Inside A Girl?
The Cramps – People Ain’t No Good
The Cramps – The Hot Pearl Snatch
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