Mustangs

Foul bin juice morning
And dish water skies
Traci, don't mind a little chorin'
She likes a one-litre liquor prize
Ah, Traci likes a drinky
When the kids are at school
In her Juicy Couture tracksuit
She stares at the wall

You can see her every night
Riding Mustangs to her dreams (Mustangs)
Every single night
She's riding Mustangs to her Dreams (Mustangs)

And there's the Pigman in a low rider smoking
Rollies in the sunset
Unholy from the road
He guzzles up the rider
He's like Pacman when he goes

Sister Mary shivers
At the touch of the Lord
And the pastor behind her
Tells her not to wear short shorts
She's alone with her thoughts
In the garden of Eden
Oblivious to the dogs
And the advances of heathens

But every single night
She rides Mustangs to her dreams (Mustangs)

Here's to the Pigman in the lowrider smokin'
Rollies in the sunset
Unholy from the road
He guzzles up the rider
He's like Pacman when he goes

And all dream on tonight
Diving Mustangs into the night
And all dream on tonight
Diving Mustangs into the night
And all dream on tonight
Diving Mustangs into the night
And all dream on tonight
Diving Mustangs into the night
And all dream on tonight
Diving Mustangs into the night
And all dream on tonight
Diving Mustangs into the night