We jumped onto the van, had this job to do
the other night quite far to go
put the pedal to the matal, let the engine rattle
just headin´for the very next show
we smellde like a bar hung over in the car
just tryin´to get a little bit of sleep
but russ just said "boys it´s beer o´clock
no quitters on the highway to hell
let the cigarettes burn, the booze go round
the radio´s playing our favorite sound
chorus:
rodeo radio - no MTV all the more
rodeo radio - no more no less, yering for
rode radio - we want rodeo radio....
well the party in the vna just started to boil
we still had on hour to got
when a cop-car passed and the pulled us out
and a little fat sucker just started to shout
"we don´t like you kinda folks around here,
so you better hit the road fuck off"
so we payed our bill, put the pedal to the matel
did the mooning when we drove off
let the cigarettes burn, the booze go round
the radio´s playing our favorite sound
Chorus
we arrived at the club quite late that night
the whole crowd´s waiting for us to start
we played a rock´n´roll show way out of control
kicked asses and the girls kept fainting in the first row
the party backstage just blew our heads off
whished that we could habe a day-off
but no way, next gig´s quite far to go
so we hopped into the van, put the pedal to the metal
we smelled like a bar hung over in the car
just tyin´to geht a little bit of sleep
but guss just said "boys it´s beer o´clock
no quitters on the highway to hell
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