verse 1
got a fifty buck dungga with a ripped out muffler,
bent up, beat up, rollin' thunder.
welded diff, shes a burnout banchee,
all the girls say im a bush bash junkie.
im talkin 'bout backroads...
chorus:
were out of the shack and across the plains,
cuttin up hoops and jumpin drains,
rollin' out for some red dirt action,
backroad traction.
verse 2
crazy jack in his clapped out tojo,
bringin up the back with his pig dog mojo.
dan the man in a junk yard tin can,
circle workin' carvin' up a clay pan.
im talkin bout backroads...
chorus.
repeat first verse:
Chorus.
oooh, backroad traction x2