Blow At High Dough

They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the speedway, some kind of 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 last Least until the supper bell rings Well the taxi driver likes his rhythm Never likes the stops Throes of passion, throes of passion When something just threw him off Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further it's gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Baby, I feel fine I'm pretty sure it's genuine It makes no sense, no it makes no sense But I'll take it free anytime Whoever fits her usually gets her It was the strangest thing how she moved so fast, moved so fast Into that wedding ring Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further it's gonna 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 Yea 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 gonna go When you blow at high dough When you blow at high dough Yeah, blow at high dough Blow at high dough Out at the speedway, some Elvis thing --- Blow At High Dough - The Tragically Hip