Desert cruiser

I'm out cruising in the desert
it feels so fuc*** great
the coolest pleasure is to ride in
my mustang, my mustang 68!

I'm running out of fuel
I'm running out of gas

My babe's in the backseat now
and I'm on the top of the world
four liters of whisky makes us neat
when doubles our crops of feat

I'm running out of fuel
oh, yeah!
oh, yeah!
I'm running out of gas
I'm running out of fuel
oh, yeah!
oh, yeah!
I'm running out of gas

(PRIMER INSTRUMENTAL ÉPICO)

I'm running out of fuel
I'm running out of gas
oh, yeah!
oh, yeah!
I'm running out of fuel
oh, yeah!
oh, yeah!
I'm running out of gas I'm running, running out of fuel
I'm running, running out of gas
I'm running, running out of fuel

I'm running, oh!
I'm running, running out fuel, yeah!
oh, I'm running, running out of gas, yeah,
oh, I'm running

(SEGUNDO INSTRUMENTAL ÉPICO)