Ode to RASSCAR

(Original lyrics: Blondie; Rapture)

Toe to toe

Dancing very slow

Barely breathing

Almost comatose

Wall to wall

People hypnotized

And they're stepping lightly

Hang each night in Rapture

Back to back

Sacrailiac

Spineless movement

And a wild attack

Face to face

Sadly solitude

And it's finger popping

Twenty-four hour shopping

In Junior Nation

“Flavour Flav Five” told me everybody's high

DJ's spinning' are saving' my mind

Flash is Fast, Flash is cool

Jacke Vanilla sez fast, Flashe' no do

And you try to stop
((Watching’ MAC Montoya & ALL those Open Wheel DEFECTORS!)
Sure shit
Just go out to the parking lot

Get in your car and you drive real far

(Away from the track!)

After you drive all night, you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground

And out comes a man from RASSCAR!

(Mike Helton)

And you try to run but he's got a gun

and he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from RASSCAR

You go out at night, eatin' cars

You eat Chargers, Fusion’s, Impalas And “Toy-yoter” Camaries too

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars

Then, when there's no more cars

You go out at night and eat up Single Seater racing series
Like Champ Car and the IRL
While ‘Ol timers desperately cling to fantasies of a renaissance

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man

Dance toe to toe

Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from RASSCAR is cutting thru
(Excuse me Helio)

But Mr. Helton’s through with the competition
‘cause he's been eatin' a ton ‘O snicker bars

Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall

He's gonna eat 'em all

Rapture,

Be pure

Take a tour; through the sewer

Don't strain your brain
Just say Boog-itee- Boog-itee- Boog-itee!
Paint a train, cause you’ll be singing' in the rain
If dare ain’t some RASSCAR on real soon

I say stop throwin those mountain dew cans at Pretty Boy Floyd
Junior Nation!

Just be good ‘ol boyzs

Well now you see what you want to be
Just like Mike, who’s trying to pump up his ratings on TV

'Cause the man from RASSCAR won't eat up bars when the TV's on

And now he's gone back up to MARS

Where he won't have a hassle with

The human race

And you hip-hop, and you don't stop

Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from RASSCAR stopped eatin' cars

And now he only eats guitars, get up; ‘Cause he’s gone Hollywood…