 Now the fellas rid me from being behind, so I thought I'd make the link and unwind, take my foot off the gas, and man alive, I shoved it on down into overdrive. Mounted up to 110, my speedometer said that I hit top end, my foot was glued back, led to the floor, that's all there is, and there ain't no more. Now the boys all thought, lost my sense, and telephone poles look like a picket fence, they said slow down, I see spots, the lines on the road just look like dots.