WHEELIES ON A HOT TIN ROOF - StompBox Holiday (03:35)

b]Contact Info:

Reception:
gezaxrecords@gmail.com
310-800-2516

President:
Geza X
geza.gezaxrecords@gmail.com
310-428-9081

Band Contact:
Spencer Thornton
hm: 323-662-4201
cel: 213-500-1934
4435 Vantage Ave.
Studio City, CA 91604

Songwriter: Spencer Thornton
Publishing & PRO: Melrose Hillbilly Music, BMI

We were coming in hot, coming in fast
Both takin’ chances, got that foot on tha gas
Some real tight curves - but she was built to last

We got caught up Phoenix, and Doraville, too
Made it almost to Monroe ‘fore she blew that fuse
Said oh my, my - she sure could move

CHORUS:
She got my flywheel a spinin’, my pistons unglued
I couldn’t help myself.
And I knew right then, she was Livin’ Proof
Like doin’ wheelies— on a hot tin roof....
Like doin’ wheelies–– on a hot tin roof....

She’s got her arm out the window, two pistols in her lap
She was rollin’ this side of Royal Badass, baby
Cause oh my, my - that gal was fast

Got her hair twisted up in a beehive doo
And a tat that says, “Boy, I’ll finish way before you”
There’s no way in hell - a man could misconstrue

CHORUS:
Yeah, She got my flywheel a spinin’, my pistons unglued
I couldn’t help myself
And I knew right then, she was Livin’ proof
Like doin’ wheelies—on a hot tin roof....
Like doin’ wheelies––on a hot tin roof....

We came burnin’ round the corner on gravel and air
Felt a hot rush of thunder... then she just disappeared
Cause, Oh My Lord – that girl could fly

She said "You owe me a C note, Boy, just stick it on the dash"
Then she shot me a smile, but it werem’t bout the cash
Hell yeah, she knew - she’d done a number on me

Yeah, she got my flywheel a spinin’, my pistons unglued
I couldn’t help myself
And I knew right then, she was Livin’ proof
Like doin’ wheelies—on a hot tin roof....
Like doin’ wheelies–– on a hot tin roof....
Like doin’ wheelies— on a hot tin roof....
on a hot tin roof...on a hot tin roof... on a hot tin roof