Lyrics

Fluids
Dan Pettis, Lon Jones and Dale Jones

Consume, partake, or chug-a-lug
From a corkscrew bottle or a whiskey jug
We got fluids trickling through our bodies

A long syringe or an open mouth
We can pump some in and then we pump some out
We got fluids trickling through our bodies
We got fluids oozing through our bodies

The coffee bean is my favorite urge
It winds me up, such incredible surge
Though it costs too much, I will always splurge
You see, it is my fluid fantasy

When the sun goes down, then I change me tune
I drink tequila liquor off a silver spoon
Then I fly so high and I howl at the moon
You see, it is my fluid fantasy

We guzzle our way up to the pump
We give them our cash, they fill it up
We got fluids running through our engines

We burn it up, it make us cough
It’s back to the pump, they rip us off
We got fluids running through our engines
We got fluids gumming up our engines

Oh, we go so slow on the interstate
We want to drive fast so we won’t be late
We seem to be in molasses state congealed
Don’t leave me stuck behind the wheel

At the roadside stop, where I read the map
Cause I drove too far, and now I can’t get back
The coffee cup falls in my lap, I scream
This ain’t the way it’s ‘spose to be

Fluids, Ooo
Fluids, Oooooozze
Fluids, Ooo
Fluids, Oooooozze