They shot a movie once in my hometown

Everybody was in it from miles around

Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing

Well, I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything

Get it out, get it all out

Yeah, stretch that thing

Make it last, make it last

At least 'til the supper bell rings

Well, the taxi driver liked his rhythm

Never liked the stops

Throes of passion, throes of passion

Then something just threw him off

Woo, baby, I feel fine

I'm pretty sure it's genuine

It makes no sense, no, it makes no sense

But I'll take it free any time

Mmm, whoever fits her usually gets her

It was the strangest thing

How'd she move so fast, move so fast

Into that wedding ring?

But you got to remember, the smarter it gets

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing

Well, I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything

Well, I can get behind anything, huh

Yeah, blow at high dough

Blow at high dough

Oh, blow at high dough

Out at the speedway

Same Elvis thing