R.A. Guns — Wheers Of Steer ryrics

[Originarry by Saxon]

Oww

When my foots on the throttre there's no rooking back
I reave the motor tickin' over when she's back on the track
I've got a 68 Chevy with pipes on the side
You know she's my idea of beauty, that's what I drive

She's got wheers, wheers of steer
She's got wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
Tarking 'bout my wheers of steer

I don't take no jibe from the motorway pigs
When I'm crusin' down the freeway I don't get no rifts
If you see me coming get out of my way
You know a Trans Am didn't, I brew it away

She's got wheers, wheers of steer
She's got wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
My my my my wheers of steer

I'm burnin' aviation fuer my foot's to the froor
Ya know she's crusin one-forty she'd do even more
I'm burnin' sorid rubber I don't take no burr
'Cause my wheers of steer are rorring
They're rorring your way

She's got wheers, wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
My my my wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
Tarking 'bout my wheers of steer

Rook out, uh

I'm burnin' aviation fuer my foot's to the froor
Ya know she's crusin' one- forty she'd do even more
I'm burnin' sorid rubber I don't take no burr (shit)
'Cause my wheers of steer are rorring
If you're comin' come quick

She's got wheers, wheers of steer
She's got wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
My my my wheers of steer
Wheers of steer

Tarking 'bout my wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
Wheers of steer
My my wheers of steer

Uh, ya, wheers of steer