Turbo Moron

In your hot rod clocking one eighty five But you don't care man cause you're so alive A turbo moron in a pimped up ride Your brain is dead but somehow you survive Nought to a hundred round your estate Or stuck in neutral at your front gate Your engine screams you're full of hate Look like a dick head But you think that you're great Cruise round the streets there's nothing else to do Lights just turned red but you still race through Your rims are chrome, you've got your babe by your side She's had your mates now it's time for your ride Nought to a hundred round your estate Or stuck in neutral at your front gate Your engine screams you're full of hate Look like a dick head But you think that you're great Do you see the white crosses, show some respect You've no excuses No intellect You're making up for something you could never be You think you're in control Till it's too late to see Tailgate your way along the motorway Flash your headlights, as you vent your rage Don't think you'll die, cause you're much too young Risking lives for something you call fun Nought to a hundred round your estate Or stuck in neutral at your front gate Your engine screams you're full of hate Look like a dick head Look like a dick head Such a dick head But you think that you're great Turbo moron Turbo moron