Road to Zanzibar

Sliding down the highway, heading straight for the sun
If we want to get there before the sunset, we got to run run run
Pedal’s pressed to the metal, the gears are grinding down
The four on the floor singing sweetly, harmonized by highway sounds

Put a cartridge in that 8-track, make those speakers buzz
Light a cigarette, pass another jet, it’s never fast enough
Sliding down the highway, heading straight for the sun
If we want to get there before the sunset, we got to run run run

Well the meter’s grazing empty, we see a station to the side
Pull off into the desert sand and pump that gas inside
The heat dry as the dust, the sky a cloudless blue
The mountains all around us glow a glorious hue

As long as there’s a road underneath these four old tires
We can head into the sunrise, we can fill up our desires
Put the pedal to the metal, make a wish upon a star
Lay back and light another on this road to Zanzibar

Sliding down the highway, heading straight for the sun
If we want to get there before the sunset, we got to run run run run run