All Wet Testo

And I know it ain❝t rolled by yet,
Because my ankles and my feet are still wet
And got that same subtle feeling
Behind my ears.
Riding.
Riding on a mountain goat.
But I❝ve been saving, saving, Lord,
Saving up to buy myself a speedboat.
So that I can leave this land,
Put that ever-loving throttle in my hand
And get that same subtle feeling
That I❝ve been searching for for years.

Waiting
On a Sunday afternoon.
Yes, I know it❝s Sunday, Lord, Sunday,
But I like it in the afternoon.
Come Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
I❝ve got too much to do,
And Thursday, Friday, Saturday come
I get that same subtle feeling
That I❝ve been searching for for years.
Searching for for years.

Riding on a billy-goat, saving up to buy myself a speedboat.
Yes, I❝ve been riding on a billy-goat, saving up to buy myself a speedboat.
So that we can leave this land.
Put that ever-loving throttle in my hand
And get that same subtle feeling.
That we❝ve been searching for for years.