Whiplash Will from Watsonville He's got a rubber spine It's just his luck when he drives his truck He keeps getting hit from behind But Whiplash Will, he's hard to kill And he's a real good sport And if you've got your checkbook handy He'll settle out of court He says c'mon and hit me C'mon c'mon. I dare you Just rearend me. Bust me. Bend me Don't let this neck brace scare you Whiplash will be at the bottom of the hill He's got no taillights on Sitting double parked and waiting in the dark For a Cadillac to come along If you're driving a Rolls or an 88 Olds He sure be glad you came But if you're driving a Volks, he yells "Move on, folks You're messing up my game." C'mon and hit me C'mon c'mon. I dare you Just rearend me. Bust me. Bend me Don't let this neck brace scare you His twisted neck brings big old checks His spine's been bought and sold His vertebrae they pay and pay His lumbar's made of gold When Whiplash Will's got to pay his bills He remembers what his daddy said "Son, a poor boy's got to break his back If he's ever gonna get ahead." Whiplash Will from Watsonville He don't work alone Got a doctor and a lawyer and a tow truck driver All waiting by the telephone And he warns the rigs about the highway pigs Waiting to do him wrong And they let Will know on that CB radio When a live one's coming along C'mon and hit me C'mon c'mon. I dare you Hey, rearend me. Bust me. Bend me Don't let this neck brace scare you