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We jumped onto the van, had this job to do the other night quite far to go put the pedal to the matal, let the engine rattle just headin´for the very next show we smellde like a bar hung over in the car just tryin´to get a little bit of sleep but russ just said "boys it´s beer o´clock no quitters on the highway to hell let the cigarettes burn, the booze go round the radio´s playing our favorite sound chorus: rodeo radio - no MTV all the more rodeo radio - no more no less, yering for rode radio - we want rodeo radio.... well the party in the vna just started to boil we still had on hour to got when a cop-car passed and the pulled us out and a little fat sucker just started to shout "we don´t like you kinda folks around here, so you better hit the road fuck off" so we payed our bill, put the pedal to the matel did the mooning when we drove off Songtexte let the cigarettes burn, the booze go round the radio´s playing our favorite sound Chorus we arrived at the club quite late that night the whole crowd´s waiting for us to start we played a rock´n´roll show way out of control kicked asses and the girls kept fainting in the first row the party backstage just blew our heads off whished that we could habe a day-off but no way, next gig´s quite far to go so we hopped into the van, put the pedal to the metal we smelled like a bar hung over in the car just tyin´to geht a little bit of sleep but guss just said "boys it´s beer o´clock no quitters on the highway to hell Aus Songtexte Mania