A Truckload of Mamma's Muffins

Pping back and forth to the moon
 As the miles drip off the spoon
 Jacked up on cold caffeine
 Dragging my nutsthrough valvoline
 Like the Flintstones they use their feet
 I made the machine
 Hey man smells like sumping died under the seat
 Out of mind maybe
 Peel it back-peel it back
 You got nothin' but skin
 Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
 To the moon
 You know I gotta move
 I rust like tin if I stand still
 I got my barney olfield grin on
 And I take my bitch for a ride
 Hey man do ya wanna come along
 Peel it back
 She ain't got nothing but skin
 But her metal sure do shine
 Peel it back-black to red-peel it back
 You got nothing but skin-peel it back
 If I win I lose
 Nothing but skin
 Nothing
 Shit goddamn.