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There's a key and a spark And then out of the dark Comes a sound of a snare and a skin And the pulse of a drum Say something's to come There's a journey that's about to begin An' like a fire and smoke, vodka and coke Certain combinations seem to attract So when you pull down the rear-view to see what's near You find a double bass got in the back An' suddenly these guys call out to some keys guys And shout, "Climb in please guys, there's space in this song here for you" So sit back Strap in Keep your hands inside the car Just check your belt and tighten Secure all your loose items With these guys around, we're gonna hit the speed of sound But before we say go, hey Does anybody know who's drivin' this thing? The needle starts shaking cause the motor's waking up And all the horns start coming to life SongtexteWith a big low growl like a cat on the prowl Then a stab, sharp as a knife To reach light speed all y'need is a few more reeds in a song Five saxes in a row rise out the back, blow hard an' all the stars go long Just when you panic this thing is not aerodynamic You find you've got wings as the strings climb aboard So sit back Strap in Keep your hands inside the car Just check your belt and tighten Secure all your loose items With these guys around, we're gonna hit the speed of sound But before you say go, hey Does anybody know who's drivin' this thing? Yeah, who's driving this thing? Yeah, who's driving this thing? On a wing and a prayer (Yes we are) Are we happy back there? (Yes we are) Are we worse for wear? (Yes we are) Does anybody care? (No) Speed takes what control you've got You have fabulous sails But if you haven't got a rudder you haven't got a yacht Hey Temperature's rising, the engine is hissing The guys reminisce how this whole thing got started You realise the part of the band you've been missing Music is only a song if you sing God, Don't tell me the singer is driving this thing Sit back Strap in Keep your hands inside the car Just check your belt and tighten Secure all your loose items At last I understand, if you're a player in this band It means you've got a hand on the wheel If you beat, strum or blow scrape or sing Which means you are alive in this Everyone's driving this thing In 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Okay, open the doors and let 'em in Aus Songtexte Mania