Lletres: Les Colocs. Dehors Novembre. U-turn.

Turn yer truck around boy
Y'ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
Turn yer truck around boy
Y'ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
You should make a u-turn 'for you get y'self killed

Take the bus, leave yo' wheels
Free your mind, leave yo' wheels

Trade in all the rules son
Margarita & Jack take a shot at the wheel
Y' think you own the road son
Got yer radio blarin' & yo' vision ain't clear
Gonna shake a few bones, gonna blend some steel

Smile in style, leave yo' wheels
Ride yo' high, leave yo' wheels

Take yer time decide son
You can riddle the road or be the daddy of her dreams
You got the reapers en his kneez
Make the first the last, gonna finish right here
Gonna make a u-turn 'for you get yourself killed
Gonna fill up the tank, gonna get up the hill

Free yo' mind, leave yo' wheels
Ride yo' high leave yo' wheels

Or yer gonna have a bang-up time