Blow at high dough — Tragically Hip

They shot a movie once in my home town Every body was in it from miles around Out at the speedway some kinda Elvis thing Well I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything Yeah I can get behind anything.

Get it out get it all out Yeah stretch that thing Make it last make it all last At least until the supper bell rings Well the taxi driver like his rhythm never like the stops Throes of passion throes of passion When something just threw him off

Sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets the further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough

Whoa baby I feel fine I'm pretty sure it's genuine It makes no sense how it makes no sense But I'll take it free any time Whoever fits her usually gets her It was the strangest thing How she moved so fast, moved so fast Into that wedding ring

Sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets the further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything Yeah I can get behind anything Well I can get behind anything

Well sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets the further it's going to go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Yeah blow at high dough. Вmmmm blow at high dough. Ahhhh blow. Ahhhhh hhmmm.

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing