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Track List, Bro! (A Regular Car Reviews Album)

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Lyrics: I'll take a bullet for you, girl As long as I don't die Wear a silly costume As long as it looks fly Cuz you mean the world to me I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar I just don't love you enough That's a bridge too far A VIN number leads me to the car of my dreams I'm a simple man, in both style and means Which Mopar is best Mopar Every single Mopar, so don't test mopar A car show means a long drive out there But I needa know if K-Cars still alive out there Fake braided vacuum hose Based reverent shameless bros Chrome up on the rims and we're not gonna stop there Fill my back seat with a 120 stuffed bears This is my toy car, this is my real car Whipping out my second amendment if they steal cars Leave'em in a heap in the dirt like open-wheel cars Leave the game behind, I ain't even gotten my cut yet Leave the game of rhyme, I ain't even gotten my nut yet Cuttin' me off I even gotten my cup wet Leave a person laid up in bed it's like we just met I'm the ache in treachery, boy, you know I clap lead Open it when the mack spread, bars sharp as an ax head That's what's gonna happen if you diss my first gen mopar Leave you blacked out like a night with no stars Cuz this is where my loyalty ends If you're not about the mopar we'll never be friends My girlfriend told me I should trade it in or paint it red So this is what I said I'll take a bullet for you, girl As long as I don't die Wear a silly costume As long as it looks fly Cuz you mean the world to me I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar I just don't love you enough That's a bridge too far The truth is I ain't got much cash But I hustle each day like I do got such cash Mopar show got that Wrangler flow Call me Doc cuz I got that Egon Spengler Jeeps from the rib of the Willys line Who knew something big and cheap could be this fine? You ever see a bone stock 318 You ever see a Neon in Neon Green? You ever see a Plymouth Horizon for sale With under 30,000 miles since first retail I'mma exercise my rights to some halo lights And to stand in some really, really long-ass lines To ride a Charger that they won't even let me drive But my girl really wants to feel the overdrive, so let's feel alive I'll take a bullet for you, girl As long as I don't die Wear a silly costume As long as it looks fly Cuz you mean the world to me I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar I just don't love you enough That's a bridge too far The C-Body wagon was what I could afford But if you wanna talk smack I'll send you back to the Lord Or back to your 97 Honda Accord I got that Chrysler blood up in my veins rest assured I don't need to put my whole foot to the floor To get every single thing I need and more Cuz everyone knows life is best lived on four wheels And if I had the money I'd be owning more wheels And buy a big fancy garage just to store wheels And live a life that's better than what I had before wheels I'll tell you bout the cars I'mma buy for no reason A new Dodge Ram for each of the four seasons Get the aux blasting “Stressed Out” and “Heathens” And let my girl know that to touch it is high treason I'll take a bullet for you, girl As long as I don't die Wear a silly costume As long as it looks fly Cuz you mean the world to me I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar I just don't love you enough That's a bridge too far
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Lyrics: It's the end of us, You know I couldn't ever make it work Now, I have to pick from choices where each one is getting worse It's a small town, you know I'll never get to say goodbye I'll just have to see you crossing Main Street with another guy When I think of what I've done And how I let you go I know now you're the one But I lack the cash to let you know I'd rather not be inside another one that isn't you He's changing everything I love about the things you do Every single day I hate to see another man in you I ain't ever gonna wanna see another man inside of you Inside of you It's a small town, With not a lot of places to go A one-horse town, And everybody calls the one horse Paco You're one-of-a-kind They don't make'em like you anymore But now he's worn out your transmission Putting foot to floor When I think of what I've done And how I let you go I know now you're the one But I lack the cash to let you know I'd rather not be inside another one that isn't you He's changing everything I love about the things you do Every single day I hate to see another man in you I ain't ever gonna wanna see another man inside of you Inside of you The town is very small I heard he let you stall And now I'm the man, who will have his satisfaction You let her die, and I don't give a single damn why Cuz I will have my vengeance Wait and see 'Cause she meant everything to me I'd rather not be inside another one that isn't you He's changing everything I love about the things you do Every single day I hate to see another man in of you I ain't never wanna see another man inside of you Inside of you Did I mention that the town was very small?
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Gimme a Ride 03:11
Lyrics: Gas, cash, grass Nobody rides for free E-Z Pass Is getting us from A-to-B You can kiss my ass Unless you're gonna pay my lease Oh this hourglass Is giving us the third degree And if you make me late tonight It's the last time I'm giving you a ride Find another friend to provide It won't be me I guess I really shouldn't mind Cuz the truth is that I love to drive My Civic from 95 The manual makes me feel alive But it's hard to be the person who Is always designated driver too So I'm gonna bring these bars to you To you Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way? It just ain't right Saying "Dude, I promise that I'll pay you soon Just gimme a ride." Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way? It just ain't right Saying "Dude, I promise that I'll pay you soon Just gimme a ride." The car my friend claims he's got He says is always in the shop I bet you money that it's not Unless he is an astronaut Because it's been like this for months I guess I should be nutting up To cut him off completely cuz Mooching's all he does Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way? It just ain't right Saying "Dude, I promise that I'll pay you soon Just gimme a ride." Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way? It just ain't right Saying "Dude, I promise that I'll pay you soon Just gimme a ride." Bad news, my Honda Civic died When I plowed into another guy My insurance hardly paid a dime Well, my friend got back his old Corvette And I don't have a new car yet But I swear I won't forget I don't have cash I don't have grass Or gas and I won't pay ass But I'll get him back, I swear Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way? It just ain't right Saying "Dude, I promise that I'll pay you soon Just gimme a ride." Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way? It just ain't right Saying "Dude, I promise that I'll pay you soon Just gimme a ride."
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All I Need 02:28
Lyrics: Car show around the corner is the place to be I got another one coming up in NYC And I would rather never have to go stag Cuz jet lag is tough without a friend to hold bags and help drag Luggage to the airport Hilton, you know I'm lonely When I'm checking out the Honda Civics and thinking only I wish I had a friend to clown with, and frown with And make another joke about cold white and brown with No matter how drizzy it gets, I never frown No little clouds, little sounds, Lil Wayne can get me down No more cars and coffees all on my own Cuz when the Mustang shows, I'm not dying alone Working on a stock car solo it isn't better If you be my one-man foot clan, I'll be your Shredder We can wile away the days, replace the V6 Roll with the flow like waves that make'em sea sick We can lime like we fighting scurvy in here Build a comfy interior like it's Kirby in here Horsepower like it's the Kentucky Derby in here Happy like a 90 kid with a Ferby in here We'll always be grinnin' - like when I'm listening to Ween Always winnin', like we listenin' to Sheen Brother, be my savior, and I'll be your enabler Be my Liv Benson, and I'll be ya Elliot Stabler We'll make it rain, I got ones for days Cheddar like a creamery, got puns for days And if you need a favor, I can do ya'll a flavor Cuz potato chip ideas I got some for Lay's Cuz we thrillin' with this Our friendship killin' with this Who am I kidding, ya'll know I'm selling fiction with this Please believe me in my conviction with this I need another car friend with no restrictions to this A wordy friend to help me with my diction in this I should be selling out platinum subscriptions to this And some methodone to get'em off addiction this Cuz when the rubber meets the road I'm causin' friction with this
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Lyrics: One snowy Christmas Eve While we were eating pie I told my lovely girlfriend "Do you really need another slice?" I simply didn't want her To end up getting sick But now she thinks I called her fat And I'm a massive dick My girlfriend kicked me out I need a place to stay Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway? Now it's Christmas Day My dad won't want me here He kicked me out at 18 And I see him twice a year My brother, he's a doctor My sister owns a Kohl's But me, I say some stupid things That undermine my goals My mother gave up on grandkids My grandma thinks I'm gay Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway? I guess it's just me and lefty It sucks, I'll tell you what Next year I'll just keep it real And keep my trapper shut I'll find new friends to hang with We'll grab a Christmas beer And maybe I'll stop wondering Why I'm in need of cheer The ball, it drops in Times Square With strangers sucking face Who needs to get laid on New Year's anyway? The women at the strip club Will never take your place Who needs to get laid on New Year's anyway? And all I ever wanted was to jump right back in time And tell you that you're beautiful Here, have another slice of pie Now it's Christmas morning It was all a dream My girlfriend wakes me up With chocolate pancakes and whipped cream I tell her that I love her Let's never fight again She has no clue just what I mean So I say, "To find out, get back in bed." But she says she's on her monthly I guess I'll have to wait Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway? When loved ones get together That's all we need this day Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway? Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway?
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Lyrics: Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Bro. He is exiting the car show with his other Bros in-tow; He is losing all the traction from his terrible 5-0. He's heading traffic on! Glory glory hallelujah! (x3) Another Mustang crashed! Here come the cops a-wailin' and his eyes are getting damp. We have build-ed him an altar out of zip-ties and pipe-clamps. I can read his righteous sentence by the flairs and flashing lamps. His day is truly boned! Glory glory hallelujah! (x3) You brought this on yourself!
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Lyrics: Love is blind to warning signs Bright red flags they get to hide, behind rose-colored glasses' sight Sometimes the things we love, they don't love us Things we want, we couldn't trust, takes some time to readjust And if you want to let it go, we'll let it go No one has to say another word about it We can go our own separate ways and find a place where we belong Cuz I don't have the energy or anything Left to wanna fix what's wrong about it It's a miracle to last this long The time we have is running out No story left to right Everything is running low A victim of the highs I don't give a damn about Just who's wrong or right I don't wanna win the round I'm tired of the fight Common sense has stepped aside, pain sometimes you let it slide, Some they call it compromise Cuz I can't take you anywhere, it's just my cross to bear No one said that life is fair And if you want to let it go, we'll let it go No one has to say another word about it We can go our own separate ways and find a place where we belong Cuz I don't have the energy or anything Left to wanna fix what's wrong about it It's a miracle to last this long The time we have is running out No story left to right Everything is running low A victim of the highs I don't give a damn about Just who's wrong or right I don't wanna win the round I'm tired of the fight Baby girl, just let it go Don't act like an old Geo Metro If you drive stick, I'm hoping that it's manual Girl, just let it flow (let it flow) Your engine, I can't trust you You left me at Wal-Mart What has it come to? If it was Target, you know I would have loved ya But since it was Wal-Mart, I'm feeling kinda flustered White trash, just seen white ass Thought you'd come first, but I came last One of the symptoms of living fast Girl, I just wish you took your foot off the gas But if not, I ain't wifin' no thot Gave me a lemon But I'm prayin' it's not But you'll never know til you put the keys in the slot Hot damn, but I'm prayin' it's not The time we have is running out No story left to right Everything is running low A victim of the highs I don't give a damn about Just who's wrong or right I don't wanna win the round I'm tired of the fight
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Hoy (Demo) 04:09
Lyrics: Once upon a time I was into you You were into dudes, now you're into Sue You said this isn't ever gonna work out in the way you think So I hit the gym, then I hit the hay But I end up eating feelings when I hit buffets But at least I have a bunch of different stories I can tell my shrink Your car is cool, but I'm okay I don't need another headache today Symmetrical faces are kinda nice But the kind I like Are the kind like mine Where it's kinda lopsided but someone will love you anyway Anyway But what kind of person needs self-esteem? When you don't need anybody but yourself to dream You don't need another person here to tell you that you'll be okay Hoy in Spanish means "Today" I can still remember in the afternoon When we drank all of our coffee in an empty room Two people in a place that you could hardly call a French cafe Cream and coffee, chocolate scones Butter toffee, student loans Coffee's stale, feeling sick But I had a lovely time and my name is Nick But we never spoke again and that's fine by me I don't care about your father's Porsche 953 I mean, I guess I do? Your car is cool, but I'm okay I don't need another headache today Symmetrical faces are kinda nice But the kind I like Are the kind like mine Where it's kinda lopsided but someone will love you anyway Anyway But what kind of person needs self-esteem? When you don't need anybody but yourself to dream You don't need another person here to tell you that you'll be okay Hoy in Spanish means "Today" Symmetrical faces Are kinda nice, are kinda nice But I find myself in places I recognize Like those eyes Fell in love once on a southwest flight I'm like an Eagle Eye Cherry how I save tonight Not Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right Now Forget I said a thing, you really trying to fight now? I wish I could redesign tattoos Maybe turn her name into a Japanese haiku She drama, like Bobby Brown in New Edition I didn't like her issues so I canceled my subscription But I'm a lover not a fighter moonlighting as a writer The light at the end of the tunnel's getting brighter Change your plans up Put your hands up Pretend it's a song for a lighter Symmetrical faces are kinda nice But the kind I like Are the kind like mine Where it's kinda lopsided but someone will love you anyway Anyway But what kind of person needs self-esteem? When you don't need anybody but yourself to dream You don't need another person here to tell you that you'll be okay Hoy in Spanish means "Today"
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Lyrics: I need new wheels A brand new life To turn things around Fix things with my wife I need new shocks And fewer drunken late-night talks Well I saved to buy a Boxster But the seller walked And now I'm last In the race to get to work I drive a Chevy Trax You want the gist? Well, now I'm frankly bitter In between browsing Craigslist and pitching fits on Twitter I hate my friend's Instagram, he makes double But I forgot he posts the good times but never posts the struggle He says, “I really like your car, and your wife looks kinda nice. I can't imagine a single bad bone in her body unless it's mine.” Well it's half-past time I crossed the line Step back from the keyboard and reclaim my life Cuz it's half-past time Karma comes around with every repost But sometimes in a frame you see the truth Words and pics you share with trepidation Life in orange arrows, some in blue A Sylvia is nice, as long as it is mine, as long as it is mine No need to save me from myself because I'm feeling fine Because I'm feeling fine, but only just for now I'll tell you how, I'll live somehow I don't go on Facebook these days, what's the purpose More baggage than an airport terminal and drama on the surface But if you're selling your Sylvia on your group page, name your price I got that legal JDM itch to scratch, though it might be lice But it's half-past time I owned a nice ride Time to get inside of one and live my life Cuz it's half-past time I love your car, more than I can say Let's roll the dice on a price you like and then I'll pay Cuz I don't like To barter with a dude online Specially when they sound like they're high on their own supply But what's my choice I don't claim to be a rich guy who tours through vistas I make important life choices on advice from my barista But the auto community has my back at any price Just as long as I don't have a Hummer at home that's of any size But it's half-past time I cast my nets wide Going big or going home is my new line Cuz it's half-past time
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Lyrics: Born in Allentown to parents who named him Lido President of Chrysler and Ford, his alter ego His name is known from Lehigh to Escondido His picture in magazines, the automotive Bambino But tell me this, people listenin', how could he know? He'd be the auto executive Henry David Thoreau How could he know He'd be aficionado He'd risk his vision of where new traditions could go Working hard and studying harder since he was knee high Didn't go to Harvard , brother went Lehigh Never intended to be vetted or ever be fly Henry Ford II never expected this Lee guy His parents told him to throw Your life into your work, make something grow You're in a unique position to listen and know How he went from an average Joe to a guy whose name we know as... Lee Iacocca My name is Lee Iacocca Son of an Italian restaurateur I'm gonna be the future President of Ford I'm gonna borrow money past what a man could afford And pay it back with interest in the quickest accord I'll be living the dream And I'll tell my regime That the speed of the boss is the speed of the team Thought up 56 for 56, offering loans Moved from Philly to Dearborn, no more answering phones 1960 was GM of the Ford Division Coming up with some of the top cars ever driven Took a Fairlane and a Falcon and gave us Mustang Lincoln Continental Mark III, and you can trust, man Henry Ford II, he felt threatened by fate, So he fired Lee despite clearing $2 billion in 78 So Lee rebuilt Chrysler from the ground to the roof Got them a government loan guarantee for proof Focused less on trucks and Euro cabriolet cars Kicked off 81 with the legendary K-Car Dodge Aries and the Plymouth Reliant Turned selling small front-wheel cars into a science He introduced the minivan that Ford had passed on Seven years later to the day repaid the last loan He helped Chrysler acquire AMC Supported the release of the Jeep Grand Cherokee Where could this industry be, what more could we do If this man hadn't retired in 1992 Lee Iacocca My name is Lee Iacocca One of these days I'll be more than an adviser I'mma be the greatest president of Chrysler I'm gonna borrow money past what a man could afford And pay it back with interest in the quickest accord Common sense, I will apply it Truth, I'll verify it If you can find a better car, then I suggest you buy it There's probably a lot that I'm leaving out And a lot of these facts bout which you'll doubt But you can look it up in the day or in the night time Like how his presidential campaign slogan was “I Like I” Or how he guest-starred one time on Miami Vice Or wrote the best-selling nonfiction hardback of 85 And donated the proceeds to diabetes research Where have all the leaders gone, to this day we search for Lee Iacocca His name is Lee Iacocca One of these days you will remember my name Cuz I'll play the white collars at their own game Stay the course? Why are they saying “Stay the course”? When we're seriously underselling our whole work force Let's get back to common sense And the common dollar If you're down with going back to basics then holler Lee Iacocca, a man for all seasons Lee Iacocca Lee Iacocca, the American Dream Building cars, paying off loans And doing all sorts of things
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Lyrics: Christmas music, crowded stores Tons of things I can't afford Ferrari or a Benz would bring me cheer Wind and rain and snow and sleet Tons of fatty food to eat The calories don't count this time of year But one thing that I know The presents aren't free Unless it's meat that's underneath the tree It's a Regular Christmas A new review on Christmas Day As long as we leave cookies And imported IPA Out by the tree Who needs to talk to family? Let's see what nicer car with which he'll play Oh my stars and Seven Hells Is that the sound of jingle bells? Or is that Mr. Regular outside? Wide-ass footprints in the snow A distant voice says "Track Day Bro" We're all a little regular inside Let's bang on a sleigh ride All the best, from ours to yours Clacky doors and crusty drawers Firm your shocks and plasti-dip your shame Seasons Meatings, one and all Winter soon, and no more fall Is that a Honda Fit in my driveway? So be good, boys and girls If you do as he asks Then he will bring potato sacks And Millard Fillmore masks It's a Regular Christmas A new review on Christmas Day As long as we leave cookies And imported IPA Out by the tree Who needs to talk to family? Let's see what nicer car with which he'll play Oh my stars and Seven Hells Is that the sound of jingle bells? Or is that Mr. Regular outside? Wide-ass footprints in the snow A distant voice says "Track Day Bro" We're all a little regular inside Let's bang on a sleigh ride One thing that I know Tonight, on Christmas Eve Is Mr. Regular is real As long as you believe It's a Regular Christmas A new review on Christmas Day As long as we leave cookies And imported IPA Out by the tree Who needs to talk to family? Let's see what nicer car with which he'll play Oh my stars and Seven Hells Is that the sound of jingle bells? Or is that Mr. Regular outside? Wide-ass footprints in the snow A distant voice says "Track Day Bro" We're all a little regular inside Let's bang on a sleigh ride Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way Oh what fun it is to ride in a Mazda on Track Day Bro
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Lyrics: Let me tell you bout my friend Jason's Dodge Shoulda sold it all for scrap to Bruce Henn's Garage Too many oil leaks for your average sedan It needs a new engine And a new floor pan And the strut mounts moan and if you think that's bad They be moanin' more than any girlfriend he's ever had This Dodge got enough flaws, a sunk cost Without cash, he's the new boss of tough loss They cut his hours at the Mexican grill Now he's drinking Coronitas for that Mexican thrill And his family's on his ass cuz that gossipy girl Left him looking so haggard that they're calling him Merle But even though he couldn't pay his own rent, He sold his car parts online, and the money that he spent Was wasted on gifts to make his family forget That he's 30 and not married yet If you live like you're gonna die Then you will find, one day you're right So don't buy things you can't afford Be happy with your old Accord For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas(x3) How my family gonna feel my love For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas (x3) But who really even needs more stuff Let me tell you all about my friend Danny Bought a 2000 Accord and it needs a new tranny The mechanic also told him that he'll need new brakes Now that poor mechanic's gonna need a brand new face Danny doesn't have the money for a gift Because he sank it all into this money pit Now he steals from the Sheetz when he's out with his friends And he dry cleans his condoms just to use them again He'd say, “My vodka ain't even distilled. But hey girl you like pickles cuz I'm kind of a big dill.” But he didn't stay single for life Alone in his basement eating Pringles for life But he's still shopping for a gift for his girl For the holidays, he's getting her a necklace of pearls But since he couldn't find any other sales She's gonna get the pearl necklace you don't get from Zales If you live like you're gonna die Then you will find, one day you're right So don't buy things you can't afford Be happy with your old Accord For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas(x3) How my family gonna feel my love For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas (x3) But who really even needs more stuff The holidays will soon be over, dear And then it's time for New Year It might be strange to care this much at all But what you feel's just cortisol Let me tell you bout my friend Theodore Drove a Volvo 960 and a Geo Storm But he needs a new car like a flower needs water Got a son on the way and an eight-year-old daughter So he saved up his money til the day came And he went into the dealership and they came Cuz he paid sticker price so he could buy new Didn't realize at the time it's not what guys do He couldn't make his payments, and now he's the man Who's only 33 years old in a Windstar van For Christmas, he planned to get his wife a silk dress And daughter every single thing a child could possess All his money disappeared in the savings and loan On a truck driver's salary, how could he atone? But his family all embraced him in his house in Bayonne And said all we want for Christmas is for you to be home If you live like you're gonna die Then you will find, one day you're right So don't buy things you can't afford Be happy with your old Accord For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas(x3) How my family gonna feel my love For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas (x3) But who really even needs more stuff
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Lyrics: Frozen doors and Christmas music Around the clock on stations like B101 The snow is thick, complaining is useless Mom wants us there before the night is done She knows I have a Subaru with winter tires So we can't cancel Christmas Day So let's just hit the road in red and green attire Though I know the car will skid along the way But it's alright We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI I promised that I'd be right there in no time But she'll have to wait through Bro Time Cuz we're drifting in the Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Check it out, we're drifting in the snow Snow has come across the East Cat back exhausts will disturb the peace Being stuck inside can be so obnoxious Frozen like a browser - Firefoxes The weather can't beat us, we're too awesome Breathing fire like the Street Fighter Dhalsim Hit the road again when the snow is done Fears disappear with the setting sun We'll get our Subarus and drift with everyone Celebrate with shots, straight Ketel One Snow thinning out til it's just a skiff Please just remember not to lock the diffs Try 2,000 rpms, for sure If you've never done a drift in the snow before It's not as if Santa Claus is watching Hey, can you keep a secret without talking? I wanna come clean, you deserve to know I've never really drifted in the snow But we don't see each other much these days So let's drift just to hang for the holidays But it's alright We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI I promised that I'd be right there in no time But she'll have to wait through Bro Time Cuz we're drifting in the Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Check us out, we're drifting in the snow Give us this day our daily brown Guide us to and from this town Protect us from the rock salt on the street Let there still be beer to drink EM's dead, and all hail Fink Deliver us this day our share of meat But it's alright We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI It's alright We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI I promised that I'd be right there in no time But she'll have to wait through Bro Time Cuz we're drifting in the Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Check it bro, we're drifting in the snow Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Snow-whoa-oh-oh Check it bro, we're drifting in the snow
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This is a comedy album featuring original songs used on the YouTube series Regular Car Reviews.

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released May 8, 2017

Thank you to everyone (fans, friends, family, musicians, producers) who made this album possible. I'll never be able to repay what this has meant to me, but I hope this can be a start.

"Mr. Regular Welcoming Committee"
Written and Recorded by: R.R. Ames

"A Bridge Too Far"
Lyrics: The Roman
Guitar: Brad Yeager and The Roman
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"Inside of You"
Lyrics: The Roman
Guitar: Brad Yeager and The Roman
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"Gimme a Ride"
Lyrics: The Roman
Beat: Bass Cave Beats (Bass Cave Beats)
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"All I Need"
Lyrics: The Roman
Produced by 2Mp (Byron Williams)
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"Who Needs To Get Laid On Christmas Anyway?"
Lyrics: The Roman
Guitar: Brad Yeager and The Roman
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"DJ Double Lunch (Interlude)"
Written and Recorded by: R.R. Ames

"Another Mustang Crashed" (featuring Brad Yeager)
Lyrics: R.R. Ames
Guitar: Brad Yeager
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"The Fight"
Lyrics: The Roman and Nate the First
Beat: InsaneBeatz (www.Insane-Beatz.com)
Mixed & Mastered by 2Mp Studio (2mpstudio.net)

"Hoy (Demo)"
Written and Recorded by: The Roman

"Half-Past Time (Demo)"
Written and Recorded by: The Roman

"The Ballad of Lee Iaccoca (Demo)"
Written and Recorded by: The Roman

"Regular Christmas (2014 Holiday Song)"
Written and Recorded by: The Roman

"Broke For Christmas (2015 Holiday Song)"
Written and Recorded by: The Roman

"Drifting in the Snow (2016 Holiday Song)"
Written and Recorded by: The Roman

"Mr. Regular Thanks You"
Written and Recorded by: R.R. Ames

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