Flat Tire

Flat Tire - The Del Vikings

Down the road

And over the hill

I took my baby ridin' in my automobile

I guest I ridin' along me and my heart's desire

Ssssssss a flat tire

I grabbed my jack

I reached upon my spare

A raidin' through the boot

It was flat as a chair

I took out my pump

And started pumpin' back

Ssssssss another flat

Well I was standin' there lookin' thinkin' bout' my fate

When along came a Charlie in his eighty eight

My baby jumped out and flagged Charlie down

He said hop in babe I'll drive you back to town

I was all shook up

And feelin' bad

I was thinkin' 'bout the fun that we could have had

I had just about to figured out of what to do

Ssssssss ssssssss the others blew

I wanna took my jack and threw it across the field

I was so disgusted with my automobile

I made a sharp u turn upon a single rim

Charlie had his girl and they had to catch him

I was gone and doin'

'Bout 82

And somethin' said to me somebody followin' you

I looked in my mirror

And bless my soul

Rrrrr it was the highway patrol

Ssssssss flat tire

Ssssssss flat tire

Ssssssss flat tire

Ssssssss flat tire

Ssssssss flat tire

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