W 6th St. Nights Lyrics

Giddy up, Grab my hand, and let's go

In my 240SX make a show

Roll into town, and I'm shifting all smooth

Turn on to the mass street, Show 'em my moves

You can bring your whip, it's up to you

But you can't be hip, no can do

Unless you got a lot of money

And you make that ride all jivin' honey

Ooh yeah, you know it

We're cruising down a 5 lane on a bright lit night

And if you're nervous, don't make a show of it

Just leave those weekdays behind

A lotta money

Cruisin' babe

A lotta ride

Cruisin' babe

Ride, ride

Don't care what you got, new or old

You'll fit in or you wont, just be bold

You just gotta use your imagination

(Expression without fear of condemnation)

The man who looks up to everyone

He doesn't see he's the man with no personality

(An empty mind, only a slave)

And if you're nervous, don't make a show of it

Just leave those week days behind

A lotta money

Cruisin' babe

A lotta ride

Cruisin' babe

Ride, ride

You look out that window, and what do you see?

You see the competition, the so called "better man"

Why do you want to be him?

Don't you see his demons, his fatal flaws?

Why would you devote yourself to the essence of his being,

When you'll only be a scribble in comparison?

Be you. Do you

You're only yourself

And that's what you'll always be best at

A lotta money

Cruisin' babe

A lotta ride

Cruisin' babe

Ride, ride r-r