I'm burning rubber
Down the highway
I'm going 93 mph
There's a lot of traffic
Heading my way
Away from the missile shower
And there's a truck
In the fast lane
And it's blowing its whistle loud
And as he passes me
In the mirror
I see a big black mushroom cloud
We're rolling down the road again
Into history
The last page of history
I said, Hey!
You talking to me
You're blocking the highway
They said
Man, what's the matter with you
I said
I gotta get back to town
And they said
There ain't no town to get back to
What do you mean
What are you saying
What's with all this panic and fear
This is a joke
And they said
Is it?
I thought they were making a video here
We're rolling down the road again
Into history
The last page of history
History
You know it's written in the book
History
We're making television history
History
Take a long last look
So hi baby baby
Bye baby baby
Goodbye baby
Bye bye
Why
Don't cry
It's sad that we're all on
The last page of history
The last page of history now
And all the trucks were full of harmonica players
And the cars were full of organ players
And they all played solo
For the camera
1.2.3.4.
Rolling down the road again
Into history
The last page of history
I'm confused, so confused
What's your problem
You're part of the news
I'm gonna be famous
I'm gonna be rich
You're gonna be one dead
Son of a bitch
'Cos you're wrong
So wrong
You're as wrong as a man can be
This ain't no goddamn special effect
It's the last page of history
We're rolling down the road again
Happy trails to you
Until we meet again