DRIVING ACE
Music and Lyrics by Frederick George Moore
Copyright © 1966
Demophonic Music Publishing BMI
Used with permission
It's about a man
Who doesn't know where it's at
But he'll take you anywhere
He can go real fast
'Cause he's got a car
And everyone knows
'Cause it's yellow-----
Riding bumpers never hurt him
Only cops could ever catch him
Speed may catch many others
It will never catch his mother
You oughta stop...
Look around you...
The DRIVING ACE is here
Burning streets are his desire
Lay a patch and start a fire
T.P.N is fun so he will never quit
It's an art takes time to master it
You oughta run...
And leave the street...
DRIVING ACE is here
He works in a bargain basement store
Same place where he sold his clothes before
The things he does at a church party!
Always happy but he's sorry
The physical pleasure called booze
is warping his mind
And his mother is driving him insane
You oughta stop...
And leave the street
But maybe he is you
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