Letra da Música Julians Got A Gti de Reverend And The Makers

Mirror, mirror
In the door
Whos the baddest of em all
Alloy wheels and tinted screens
Two big spoliers
Subs an all

Mirror, mirror
In the door
Whos the baddest of em all
Faster, faster
Go faster, faster
I'll drive with my knees while I take the call

Faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go

Mirror, mirror in the door
I'll impress you
With ma bird an all
I'll burn this knob head at the lights
Don't wear seatbelts
Hold on tight

Faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go

Slow down, John!
(Pack it in)
Copppers look out
Pulling in
Shut up moanin cos its a laugh
Hahahahahahahaha

Faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go

Police invesitgate misdemeanors
Involving four youths
In a Ford Cortina
Flowers mark the spot where they met their end
Doin ninety-five on a sharp N-bend

Not tryin to say I'm all clever an wise
With your need for speed you need to realise
Always thought you were better than I
With your Sports Coupe or your GTI

Faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go faster, faster
Go