Yer Fast — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

You got speed, turn it on

What I need to mow my lawn

Youre my steed I ride til dawn

And the main vein bleeds til my strength is gone

Im in the saddle, Im in the race

I try not to ratle but you set the pace

When I start to struggle to share your space

You stop and then you

Stick it in my face

Stick it in my face

You stick it



Yer fast, and I like it

Yer fast, and I like it

It cant last, but I like it

I like it I like it I like it

Now stop



I need time to catch my breath

I behind but I aint done yet

Too inclined to stop and rest

Lest my racing mind beat my heart to death

I aint a yokel but lawd I swear

This aint the local, its express somewhere

When the flat on my cycle aint got no spare

You stop and then you

Put your finger there

Put your finger there

You put it



Yer fast, and I like it

Yer fast, and I like it

It cant last, but I like it

I like it I like it I like it

I like it



Freeze frame, stop the press

Its insane to go on like this

Forgot my name, gorgot to piss

Am I plain inane or a slave to bliss?

Space was bending to bring you near

Thought I was trascending but now I fear

It looks like the ending of my fine career

But you stop and then you

Kiss me over here kiss me over here

You kiss me then you kiss me over here

Kiss me on the... you know!