Too Much Giddyup

(álbum: Boogie 2000 - 1999)

All fixed up, ready to roll
He's feeling his oats
So he's hitting the road
No destination, nothing on his mind
Just a strange premonition
He's gonna meet a deadline
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa
All dressed up and no place to go
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa...
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa

A cloud of dust and a rebel yell
Pedal to the metal
Gonna raise a little hell
Ain't got no script but he puts on a show
He's playing the fool
And he was born for the roll
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa
His fuse is lit and it's about to blow
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa...
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa

Doesn't know just where he's going until he's there
No need for him to hurry, but he don't care

He's late for a date at the pearly gate
Speeding in the fast lane
To an early grave
Coming to his deadline, and he's losing control
There just might be fireworks
At the end of the show
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa
First to come and the first to go
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa...
Too much giddyup, not enough, whoa