Tragically Hip. Blow At High Dough. Zeneszám

They shot a movie once in my hometown
Everybody was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway, some kinda Elvis thing
Well I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything
Yea, I can get behind anything

Get it out, get it all out, yeah stretch that thing
Make it last, make it all last at least until the supper bell rings
Well the taxi driver like his rhythm never likes the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion when something just threw him off

Well, sometimes the faster it gets, the less you need to know
But you gotta remember, the smarter it gets the further it's gonna go
When you blow at high dough, when you blow at high dough

Baby I feel fine I'm pretty sure, it's genuine
It makes no sense, no it makes no sense but I'll take it free any time
Whoever fits her usually gets her it was the strangest thing
How'd she move so fast, move so fast into that wedding ring?

Well, sometimes the faster it gets the less you need to know
But you gotta remember, the smarter it gets the further it's gonna go
When you blow at high dough, when you blow at high dough

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything
Yeah I can get behind anything, well I can get behind anything

Well, sometimes the faster it gets the less you need to know
But you gotta remember, the smarter it gets the further it's gonna go
When you blow at high dough, when you blow at high dough
Yeah, blow at high dough, blow at high dough, blow

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing