[Chorus] If you've got an ill ride with a wizard on the side Everybody let me see you put your vans up If you push a big twin with a kitchen built in Put your vans up, put your vans up [Verse 1] It's like -- yes yes ya'll, to the beat and Econoline, reclining the vinyl seat, man Triple shag burgundy pile is sweet and The waterbed puts me to sleep like C-SPAN Raw generator, you'll see the bar later Back window blacked out as dark as Darth Vader Six tens in the back on a rumble mat And an airbrushed paint-job jungle cat My ba** don't rattle; sounds nice and buzzy The wheel woodgrain and the dice are fuzzy A high-tech dude, them devices love me My visor keep a rack of ice above me When the bubble pops - the couch folds up Black lights come up from the floor; Don't touch the door Don't knock when we're subtly rocking the van Unless you're planning on gunning for war (DUDE!) [Chorus] If you've got an ill ride with a wizard on the side Everybody let me see you put your vans up If you push a big twin with a kitchen built in Put your vans up, put your vans up [Verse 2] Now - Prince of the blacktop, king of the road Walls plush maroon; the trim is all gold All told, my chance to succeed is certain You're seeing me emerge through the beaded curtain Like "Damn! That's a nice van! Bet you're pinching pennies, paid a pretty price, man!" Got a vanity plate and it says "ICEMAN" And you're all like wishing you could get inside and Drive off - but you can't, cuz it's mine. Flames on the side "Big Guy" painted on it, that's the name of the ride Some dudes just change with the times, but I can't I got vans driving through my brain and my mind, like Vantastic, Vantasy Middle finger out the window for the man to see Pop-out stove and pop-up canopy Ain't nobody gonna take this van from me [Chorus] If you've got an ill ride with a wizard on the side Everybody let me see you put your vans up If you push a big twin with a kitchen built in Put your vans up, put your vans up Now hop in those vans and ride! To the malt shop Word