Blow at High Dough

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 Yeah, I can get behind anything Get it out, get it all out, yeah, stretch that thing Make it last, make it last, at least till 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 Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you got to remember the smarter it gets The further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Whoo, 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 Whoever fits her usually gets her, it was the strangest thing How'd she move so fast, move so fast, into that wedding ring? Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you got to remember the smarter it gets The further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing Well, I can't catch her but I can get behind anything Yeah, I can get behind anything Well, I can get behind anything Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you got to remember the smarter it gets The further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Yeah, blow at high dough Blow at high Dough Oh blow Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing