I Like To Go Fast
by Wilfred Kozub

She’s buggin’ my mind - and I only just met her
Yeah, I gotta see her - the sooner the better
So I gotta drive - I gotta go fast
And I like to go fast

I gotta make haste - you know what I’m sayin’
Could be a perfect day, or maybe the rain
It’s just the weather and it means nothin’
I gotta go fast

What will she say?
“Why you takin’ so long? . . . Did you not have the pedal to the metal, hon?
. . . Or did you stop for the police when you prob’bly coulda made a run?
Did you get up before the birds just like you said you would?”

Across the desert
Through the mountains
Wind down the valley
Straight through to the ocean
I will find you waitin’ for me - don’t want to make you sad

So I gotta go fast - ‘cause I’m in the mood
When the light says go - my car says VROOOMMM
I’ve got your number, and I’ve got it wired

I’m playin’ my tunes, makin’ up rhymes
Lookin’ for funny clouds and readin’ the highway signs

Don’t lose your head to save a minute (Burma Shave)
You need your head - your brains are in it (Burma Shave)
Why is it when you try to pass,
The guy in front goes twice as fast? (Burma Shave)




Across the desert
Through the mountains
Wind down the valley
Straight through to the ocean
I will find you waitin’ for me

Across the desert
Straight through to the mountains
Wind down the valley
All the way to the ocean

I will find you on a rooftop
Pinot noir . . . gazing at the stars above . . .
. . . and watching for a moving one

mmmm . . . yes

almost there

here I come

oh yeah

over there



Copyright, ©, 2005, by Wilfred Kozub/Zönik Music Productions (SOCAN)