Wally Gagel - Mustang Kids lyrics

[Verse 1 - Zella Day] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black top, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motorcade Sweeter than your baby face [Verse 2 - Baby E] Small town gang got nothing to do We got guns, got d**, got the sun and the moon We got big city plans but it always rains And the sheriff is a crook and knows me, by name I said mumma was insane and daddy was a criminal I grew up in a trailer with dreams of f**ing centrefolds Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals The fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles [Chorus - Zella Day] Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out [Verse 1 - Zella Day] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black top, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motorcade Sweeter than your baby face [Verse 3 - Baby E] Small town gang yeah we get so bored That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids Only doing what we won't, and don't take no sh** I might seem wild but mumma raised a gentleman In another life, no telling who I would've been Knight, or a king, or a boxer in the ring But I'm just me so I sing [Chorus - Zella Day] Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out Mustang kids are out The mustang kids are out [Bridge - Zella Day] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I've been hearing all these things about you Creepin' into all the things that I do I've been hearing all these things about you About you, about you [Verse 1 - Zella Day] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts Black top, tambourine Playing for the girls in the back seats The mustang kids are out Rolling over hills and the roundabouts White line, motorcade Sweeter than your baby face