It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.
It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Game over man, game over!
They call it a Royale with cheese.
Say “what” again! I dare you, I DOUBLE DARE YOU.
Now, you listen here: 'e’s not the Messiah, 'e’s a very naughty boy! Now go away!