Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motor cade
Sweeter than your baby face

Small town gang nothing to do
We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon
We got big city plans but it always rains
And the sheriff is a crook and knows me, my name

I said mumma was insane and daddy was a criminal
I grew up in a trailer with a [?] fucking [?]
Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals
The fact I'm still alive is why I still believe in miracles

Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motor cade
Sweeter than your baby face

Small town gang yeah we get so bored
That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store
We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids
Only doing what we won't, and don't take no shit

I might seem wild but mumma raised a gentleman
In another life, [?]
But I'm just me so I sing

Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I've been hearing all these things about you
Creepin' into all the things that I do
I've been hearing all these things about you
About you, about you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motor cade
Sweeter than your baby face