I got a good bull roped, I got a brand new bell
I got a hot rod pick up truck she can really set sail
Pushing that red line gotta make that show
Gonna meet my buddies at the rodeo

Just drew myself a mean old bull
We're all smellin' money 'cause the jackpot's full
He's got the fire in his belly and he turns back quick
Son this big devil's got a bag of tricks

Gimme 8 seconds, gimme one more shot
Gimme hell below, gimme strength on top
You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane
To hitch your wagon to a hurricane

Gonna rap my rope around my gloves real tight
I'm droppin' my hooks down and I'm ready to ride
Say a little pray give a nod and go, stay clean in the middle
'Till I hear that whistle blow

Gimmie 8 more seconds, gimmie one more shot
Gimmie hell below, gimmie strength on top
You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane
To hitch your wagon to a hurricane

Yeah hitch your watgon to a hurricane

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
61
61.26
Kelis Perfect Day Lyrics
05 Depeche Mode Paris 2001 Walking In My Shoes Lyrics