Текст: Dead Kennedys. Buzzbomb From Pasadena.

Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile
The road's my slave, that's how I feel
I cruise alone, I cruise real far
Shoo young punk! I love my car

Cross Nevada at a 110
Highway 50 and there's nobody there
Sign says, 'Next sign 30 miles!':

My pension comes-
Each penny saved buys more escape from home
I'd rather carouse around all day
Than move into a home

Plow through rest area San-o-Lets
Splat goes the lonely salesman
Still wanking in the men's room:

Buzzbomb buzzbomb tape up loud
Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10
Faster faster in my car

Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
King of the trailer court
Waiting for a nice young man
Who'll love me for my car

Who tells me why I'm cool
Tells me just what I like
When I pretend he's here

Shred through Palm Springs across the golf course
Cops 'round here scratching their heads
Flashing sirens, State patrol:uh oh

They're scuffing up the side of my car
They're shooting out my tires
This ain't no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11