From the recording Fast Lane
Lyrics
When I was a little boy
Who liked to play all day with toys
My present list would just consist
Of things that moved and made a noise
The most important thing of these by far
Was a flash dash little red racing car
On the carpet, lying down,
Travelling through imagined towns,
Then riding over the hill top sheets
Coasting across the snowy peaks
The plastic wheels spun near and far
On my flash dash little red racing car
Fast lane! Fast lane! Fast lane!
Build up speed, got to exceed in the
Fast lane! Fast lane! Fast lane!
Keep up the pace, don't stop the race in the
Fast lane
Now I'm older, maybe wiser,
Trying to be a supervisor
Grown up head, a waist that's spread,
Regretting things I never said
But it was written in every star
That my auto radar would find me…. a big red racing car.
So now I get to go in the…..
Fast lane! Fast lane! Fast lane!
Build up speed, got to exceed in the
Fast lane! Fast lane! Fast lane!
Keep up the pace, don't stop the race in the
Fast lane
One thing I learned quite soon about the need for speed
Is that the world is full of consequences, and where your actions lead
When my big red racing car left the road and slammed into a tree
There was only one person to take the blame, and that damn fool was me
So now I'm older, my leg hurts bad,
My life is way less fast and mad
I have a son, who's just turned one
He's so much fun, turns rain to sun
So I'm taking it easy, trying to be mellow
Facing all my problems with my head on the pillow
My boy likes playing with little cars
Just like his Dad he's shooting stars
One day he'll want to drive himself
So I'll take my history off the shelf
That's the reason my vehicle's now a sterile machine
Safe enough and slow enough to never be seen in the
Fast lane! Fast lane! Fast lane!
Check that speed, no need to exceed in the
Fast lane! Fast lane! Fast lane!
Even up the pace, you're not in a race in the
Fast lane
