It was a straight shot, all it took was luck to not get caught.
I laid three dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents.
In the backseat, her and a friend;
one out the window and the other on the other end.
One belt loop away from Sunday night's news.
If the part about being who he was didn't help Tom get loose,
what's a guy without a T. gonna get?
Totally screwed, while chicken wing puke eats the candy apple red off his Corvette.
Three dimes down and 25 cents shy of a slice of the Doublemint twins.
Come back baby, rock and roll never forgets.