Motoring - Pet Shop Boys

The open road

A dream of freedom

Where you can speed on your way

For to live is to drive in fast cars

Come, every man, every boy!

How much can you destroy?

Burn it up!

Now you’re really motoring!

When there’s a planet to kill

It’s a thrill

And you’re really motoring

Can’t slow down

Build more freeways

Nothing can stop us now

In the fast lane

It’s every man for himself

There’s so much to enjoy

To pollute, to destroy

Burn it up!

Now you’re really motoring

When there’s a planet to kill

It’s a thrill

And you’re really motoring

Don’t it make you weep?

Petrol isn’t cheap

Let’s not live in the past

We want ring-roads

Not hope and glory

So life is easy and fast

Every park should be multi-storey

Come, every man, every boy!

How much can you destroy?

Burn it up!

Now you’re really motoring!

When there’s a planet to kill

It’s a thrill

And you’re really motoring