Текст Canned Heat – Too Much Giddyup

All fixed up, ready to roll
He’s feelin’ his oats
So he’s hittin’ the road
No destination, nothin’ on his mind

A cloud of dust and a rebel yell
Pedal to the metal
Gonna raise a little hell
Ain’t got no script but he puts on a show
He’s playin’ the fool
And he was born for the roll
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa
His fuse is lit and it’s about to blow
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa…
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa

Doesn’t know just where he’s goin’ until he’s there
No need for him to hurry, but he don’t care

He’s late for a date at the pearly gate
Speedin’ in the fast lane
To an early grave
Comin’ to his deadline, and he’s losin’ control
There just might be fireworks
At the end of the show
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa
First to come and the first to go