I've been driving in my Indian car to the pound of the wheels drumming in my brain.

My dash is dusty.

My plates are expired.

Please, Mr. Officer.

Let me explain.

I got to make it to a powwow tonight.

I'll be singing down by the riverside looking for sugar.

Riding in my Indian car.

Got my T-Bird in the glove box, I ain't got no spare.

Got a feather from an eagle, I ain't got no care.

The road is empty and my bottle of desire Daylight is breaking

The sun touches fire.

I got to make another powwow tonight.

I'll be singing down by the riverside looking for sugar.

Riding in my Indian car

While Kara's dented, the radiator steams.

One headlight don't work.

The radio can scream.

I got a sticker that says Indian Power.

I stuck it on a bumper, that's what holds my car together.

We're on the circuit of an Indian dream.

They don't get old, they just get younger when we're flying down the highway.

Riding in our Indian cars.

We're on a circuit of an Indian dream We don't get old

We just get younger when we're flying down the highway, riding in our Indian car.

Riding in Ernie and Klaus.

Riding in Ernie and Klaus.

I don't know.