too much giddyup

all fixed up

ready to roll

he's feelin' his oats

so he's hittin' the road

no destination

nothin' on his mind

just a strange premonition

he's gonna meet a deadline

too much giddyup

not enough

whoa

all dressed up and no place to go

too much giddyup

not enough

whoa. too much giddyup

not enough

whoa

a cloud of dust and a rebel yell

pedal to the metal

gonna raise a little hell

ain't got no script but he puts on a show

he's playin' the fool

and he was born for the roll

too much giddyup

not enough

whoa

his fuse is lit and it's about to blow

too much giddyup

not enough

whoa. too much giddyup

not enough

whoa

doesn't know just where he's goin' until he's there

no need for him to hurry

but he don't care

he's late for a date at the pearly gate

speedin' in the fast lane

to an early grave

comin' to his deadline

and he's losin' control

there just might be fireworks

at the end of the show

too much giddyup

not enough

whoa

first to come and the first to go

too much giddyup

not enough

whoa. too much giddyup

not enough

whoa