Flat Tire - The Del Vikings
Down the road
And over the hill
I took my baby ridin' in my automobile
I guest I ridin' along me and my heart's desire
Ssssssss a flat tire
I grabbed my jack
I reached upon my spare
A raidin' through the boot
It was flat as a chair
I took out my pump
And started pumpin' back
Ssssssss another flat
Well I was standin' there lookin' thinkin' bout' my fate
When along came a Charlie in his eighty eight
My baby jumped out and flagged Charlie down
He said hop in babe I'll drive you back to town
I was all shook up
And feelin' bad
I was thinkin' 'bout the fun that we could have had
I had just about to figured out of what to do
Ssssssss ssssssss the others blew
I wanna took my jack and threw it across the field
I was so disgusted with my automobile
I made a sharp u turn upon a single rim
Charlie had his girl and they had to catch him
I was gone and doin'
'Bout 82
And somethin' said to me somebody followin' you
I looked in my mirror
And bless my soul
Rrrrr it was the highway patrol
Ssssssss flat tire
Ssssssss flat tire
Ssssssss flat tire
Ssssssss flat tire
Ssssssss flat tire
Ssssssss
