Bury Me with My Car

When I’m gone, now, bury me with my car.
When I’m gone, bury me with my car.
‘Cause if anywhere is wherever I end up when I’m gone,
I’m gonna need my rockin' ride.
So please, please, oh, bury me with my car.
Gotta, gotta keep on movin'. Oh.
Gotta, gotta keep on movin'. Whoa.
Ancient Egypt, Cheops' boat.
Back in Rome they had chariots.
China’s first emperor was buried with his army.
What’s a cowboy without his horse?
And in America, in America, they’ll bury us —
oh, they’ll bury us with our cars.
Gotta, gotta keep on movin'. Oh.
Gotta, gotta keep on movin'. Oh.
'72 Buick rollin' by,
pumpin' down Honda,
chewin' up the road.
Double-decker Cadillac rollin' up high
like a king upon his throne.
Last thing I wanna see before I die
is the flash of 22-inch chromes in my eye.
And in America, in America, they’ll bury us —
oh, with our cars.
Oh, Gotta, gotta keep on movin'.
Whoa, Gotta, gotta keep on movin'.
Whoa.