Passing Tracy

Hold on tight, Here comes another bombshell in a Buick. I feel her hands behind the wheel, Coming my direction. She changes lanes, breezes by, And eyes her rear-view mirror. She checks to find, who else? Her ex cursing her reflection. Who, who, who, who Who was that girl? I think her name was Tracy, And she used to be my girlfriend. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, There goes Tracy. I'm over her, I'm done with her. Better off by far, But Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car. Here comes a Jeep. Here comes a bus. A line of guided missiles. She must like feeding me her dust, And I must like to eat it. Clear my mind, enjoy the ride. Forget the day she dumped me. I bet it's just the heat and the sweat Making me repeat it. Who, who, who, who Who was that girl? I think her name was Tracy, And she used to be my girlfriend. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, There goes Tracy. I'm over her, I'm done with her. Isn't it bizzare That Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car? Tracy in a semi, Eighteen wheels flying by Tracy in a pick-up Honking horns and chucking gravel How much longer can I travel? How much farther? How much faster? Playing catch up with disaster. There's a fine yellow line Between being passed by her, And getting past her. Who, who, who, who Who was that girl? I think her name was Tracy, And she used to be my girlfriend. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, There goes Tracy. How can you run away when you don't know where you are? And Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car. Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car. Tracy in first, I'm coming in last. Will I ever get past, will I ever get past, Will I ever get past Passing Tracy?