John Smith - Fucking Gas Prices Are Killing Me! [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro] [Taken from the motion picture Dazed And Confused]

"Let me tell you what Melba Toast is packing right here alright. I've got four-eleven positrack out back. Seven-fifty double pumper. Edelbrock intake, bored over thirty, eleven to one pop up pistons. Turbo jet, three ninety horse power. We're talking some fucking muscle."

[Verse One]
I posses a purple five liter Mustang
Rolling down Portage Avenue and my system must bang
When I see a beater with the rusted muffler
Hanging out the back and sparking
I'm cussing and barking and dusting 'em like crank shaft
Then park it, marking my territory in front of Burger Factory
With shitty techno
Club Euro where MC Mario
Maybe extend the mix, I extend a mitt to my boys
We all rock shades on top our hats and think it's the shit
My flight jacket half unzipped and [?] lit
In unison we grab our crotches then spit
Then toss it's time to split in case anyone watches
I'm keen on that lean an arm out the window and look mean posture
That hypnotizes
The ladies between 60 and 16 like Ravine
That fight next to me unseen
So I ain't giving no leeway
Flee the cul de sac like a freeway
Joyriding and not giving a fuck like a kid with a Tonka truck
And you're stuck if you feel there was pizza [?] I'm beside you
On my cell live with Dick Rivers
Laughing at your ass cause my ride is quicker
All you be seeing is my Calvin pissing on Chevy sticker
As I stick the middle digit out from within
And throw my king size Breaking Burger wrapper at ya from out the window
Nice fucking car losers!