Fried Nights, Red Lights

A tall man, Conan, with a hunger in his hand Finds a greasy treat and oh, the day seems grand Slow down Wow [Verse 2] Hey there, ginger head, laughing with your crew Jokes are spinning wild, but the road demands your view Cracklin' skin, oh it snaps, with every savory bite Takes one more, but oh what's that? A red light in sight Slow down Now, how [Verse 3] Bright lights, spinning 'round, the chicken's on the floor Conan's world upturned, amidst the engine's roar