And there's nothing you can do about it

Nothing you can do, no, there's nothing you can do about it

No, there's nothing you can (nothing you can)

But there ain't no stopping, no, there's nothing you can do about it

Yeah!

Hey, he used to be a man with a stick in his hand

She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand

Now you've got soup in the laundry bag

Now you've got strings, you're gonna lose your rag

You're getting in a fight then it ain't so groovy

When you're screaming in the night

Let me out of this cheap B-movie!

Headlong, down the highway

But there ain't no stopping, and you can't stop rocking

And there's nothing you can, nothing you can

When a red hot man meets a white hot lady

Soon the fire starts raging, gets you more than half crazy

Ooh, now they start freaking everywhere you turn

You can't start walking, 'cause your feet got burned

It ain't no time to figure wrong from right

Because reason's out of the window, you better hold on tight

You're rushing headlong

Headlong

Out of control, yeah

There ain't no stopping

And there's nothing you, nothing you, nothing you can do about it at all

Yeah, yeah

Alright, go!

Down the highway

There's nothing, nothing, nothing you can do about it, yeah

Ooh

Ha-ha

Headlong

Yeah, yeah, yeah (rushing)

Headlong

Headlong

Headlong

Gnoldaeh, gnoldaeh, gnoldaeh, gnoldaeh