Hey Mr. Driver, Turn Up The Radio

Shut Up Kid, Get In Your Seat

Big, Yellow

Black Stripes Down The Side

I Ride You Two Times A Day

Up And Back

Black Tires, They Go Spinning

To My Grave

Everybody Wants To

Get The Back Seat

Somebody Up Front Says

Hey, What's That Smell?

Whoo!

Stinky

That Shit Is Stinky