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