I am a NASCAR driver

20110406-103333.jpgFuel, speed, corn nuts and fresh tires. I am not a musician, I am a driver. Sometimes I stop and play guitar for people but mostly I just drive. I go super fast and my hair is perfect. I've gone koo koo and nothing can stop me. I'm in the middle of New Mexico listening to Rebecca Black sing about Friday and I'm singing along and the song is infecting me like a virus. The only way to get it out of my head is to jam an icepick in my skull and pull out my brain and bleach it and put it back in in hamburger patty shapes. I need to hear some Monkees or something else really poppy to erase this current song from my head. I'm actual starting to like this song. I can't stop. Help me. I'm a NASCAR driver who is going rogue. Sing along with me people. It's ok. Only your friends will hate you but who needs friends? They're overrated. Come play NASCAR driver with me. Eat a cheese roll and a beef stick and feel your arteries clog like a septic tank. Wave your hands in the air and stick your tongue out and pour pixie stick sweetness all over yourself. Buy a state trooper some flowers and shave your head. Tell people you can see Russia from the front window in your brain. Your third eye unlocks the mysteries of your soul hidden deep in a cavern in your heart. Let it escape like a genie from a bottle and watch the powers unleash goodness to the masses. Sing along people. Sing along. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0&feature=youtube_gdata_player I'm going to pretend I wrote this song. I love it. It's the best song in the world. I've really lost it this time. Up oh! Oh no I've really done it. Help. Help. Send in the cavalry. IOU ASAP SNAFU UPS NASCAR IRS. Oogum boogum oogum boogum boogum now baby you're casting your spell on me.