Lyrics by Mark Moran

They left Joe Reddy's bar around 2 a.m., He was ripped and she was all plugged in,
Got the keys, there's no police in sight, He was 21, she was dynamite.
And they rolled on like 90, doing 80 around the curves,
Jim was hammered to the tits, Arlene was worse.
Radio played Springsteen's "Born to Run", Time to make a request on the cell phone,
"Laid," "Alive," "Lyin Eyes" or "Lights," They went for Sammy Hagar's "55."
Jimmy dropped a beer on the floor, thought he'd pick it up, have some more,
Fishtailed, almost into a ditch, put a new coat of paint on Barlow Bridge.
Jim was such a handsome kind of lad, Made the perfect poster child for M.A.D.D.,
Arlene was thrown a distance from the wreck, She don't move a thing below her neck.
Now she feels like she's 90, she's an 18 year old girl,
What a pity Jimmy died, Arlene got worse!