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Whiplash Will from Watsonville He's got a rubber spine. It's just his luck when he drives his truck He keeps getting it from behind. But Whiplash Will, he's hard to kill And he's a real good sport. And if you've got your checkbook handy, He'll settle out of court. Singing C'mon hit and hit me. C'mon c'mon. I dare you. Bust me. Bend me. Hey, rearend me. Don't let this neck brace scare you. Whiplash will be at the bottom of the hill. He's got no taillights on. Sitting double parked and waiting int he dark Till a Cadillac comes along. Now if you're driving a Rolls or an 88 Olds, he sure be glad you came. But if you're driving a Volks, he yells "Move on, Folks, You're messing up my game." His vertebrae they pay and pay His spine's been bought and sold. That twisted neck brings big old checks Letras de cancionesHis lumbar's made of gold. When Whiplash Will's got to pay his bills, He remembers what his daddy said: "Son, a poor boy's got to break his back If he ever wants to get ahead." Whiplash Will from Watsonville Does not work alone. Got a doctor and a lawyer and a tow truck driver All waiting by their telephones. And he tells the pigs about other rigs That are comin' on a bit too strong And they let Will know on that CB radio When a live one's coming along. Singing C'mon hit and hit me. C'mon c'mon. I dare you. Bust me. Bend me. Hey, rearend me. Don't let this neck brace scare you. From Letras Mania