Suck Push Bang Blow Songtext
von Rosalie Cunningham

(Sample from American Graffiti 1973)

Don′t burst a calliper, keep cool
The way to keep her sweet is drilling and gruelling
Pink slips are going down, no doubt
They played for money, now there's no pulling out of it
Let′s make a show of it

(suck, push, bang, blow)

When I'm driving, you driving me wild
And I feel like a child, on a merry-go-round
I don't mind, if I live or die
In this moment we hold in our hands
Will we fly, will we dance?


Line lock the fluid and, burn ′em out
The tires are hot and sticky and stuck to the ground
Lip slip, differential, LSD
She′s purring like a kitten when down comes the handkerchief
Drop the clutch, make a scene

(suck, push, bang, blow)

When I'm driving, you driving me wild
And I feel like a child, on a merry-go-round
I don′t mind, if I live or die
In this moment we hold in our hands
Will we fly, will we dance?
By the seat of our pants
Freak them out
Oh let's, freak them out