It's a Gas, Gas, Gas (The Grand Tour S02E07)

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[Intro]
(Fast 1980s synthesizer arpeggio, electronic drum beat pumping, sharp electric guitar chords cutting in)

[Verse 1]
The Cotswolds tent is warm, the studio lights are bright
The British fans are waiting for a classic show tonight
Jeremy takes the stage with a serious historic stare
Ready to tell a story of a racing time so rare

[Verse 2]
We travel back to eighty-three, the golden rally years
Where Group B monsters conquered roads and triggered heavy fears
The Audi Quattro came along with four-wheel-drive design
To dominate the muddy tracks and change the racing line

[Verse 3]
But Lancia refused to yield, they brought a beautiful beast
The zero-thirty-seven model, a mechanical design feast
Rear-wheel drive and lightweight shell, against the German might
A battle of the engineers beneath the daylight bright

[Verse 4]
The Italian team was clever, they used a lot of tricks
To beat the heavy Audi and their traction-control fix
They salted down the snowy tracks to melt the winter ice
And won the world championship without an SUV device

[Verse 5]
Jeremy is driving the Lancia through the trees
The supercharged four-cylinder is singing in the breeze
It’s raw and it is dangerous, it keeps you on the edge
A masterpiece of motorsportt that flies along the hedge

[Verse 6]
Now the main challenge starts upon a modern highway track
The trio wants to find a way to push the boundaries back
They hate to stop for bensin when they drive a long distance
So they try to find a system of mechanical assistance

[Verse 7]
Jeremy thinks he is a genius, he builds a fueling rig
Upon a heavy luxury van that is incredibly big
He wants to drop a rubber hose into a moving car
To fill the tank with petrol while traveling very far

[Verse 8]
Richard Hammond is the driver in a small sedan below
He has to match the giant van and keep a steady flow
The wind is blowing violently, the highway speed is high
As the rubber hose begins to swing beneath the cloudy sky

[Verse 9]
Jeremy is leaning out, he drops the nozzle down
They look like two bad aviators flying over town
The bensin starts to spray around, it hits the hot engine
A terrifying accident is waiting to begin

[Verse 10]
James May is watching from behind with a cynical old smile
He thinks his friends are idiots who waste the highway mile
He tries to build a different rig using a bicycle chain
To pass the fuel container through the heavy winter rain

[Verse 11]
But the gears are getting tangled, the cables snap right through
The petrol drops upon the road, creating sticky glue
The refueling experiment is turning into mud
With middle-aged presenters sweating tears and greasy blood

[Verse 12]
They have to call the fire brigade to clean the highway street
The local police are angry at this ridiculous feat
They proved that stopping at the station is a better way
Than trying to pump the volatile gas upon the motorway

[Verse 13]
Back inside the Cotswolds tent, the crowd is laughing loud
At the catastrophic fueling plans that shocked the country crowd
They look at the burnt bodywork and the damage on the floor
Concluding that the petrol stations are safe forevermore

[Verse 14]
In Celebrity Face-Off, the battle lines are clear
Two legendary musicians walk out with a cheer
Stewart Copeland from The Police and Pink Floyd's Nick Mason grand
To see who is the fastest drummer inside the British land

[Verse 15]
They race around the gravel track, the tires scream and shout
To find out who can handle cars and push the limits out
The leaderboard is shifting fast, the times are very tight
For the rock-and-roll musicians driving through the light

[Verse 16]
The third song is slowing down, the rally films are past
The Lancia thirty-seven showed that history was fast
The Grand Tour truck is waiting, the engines roar out loud
On to the next adventure, keeping petrolheads so proud

[Verse 17]
So play the eighties synth rock and let the guitars scream
The high-speed fueling special was a dangerous messy dream
Three presenters bickering about a rubber hose
The grandest tour is rolling on where the wild highway goes

[Outro]
(Fast energetic synthesizer solo, heavy rock guitar chords building up, sound of an engine revving high, final big drum crash fading out)

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[Intro] (Fast 1980s synthesizer arpeggio, electronic drum beat pumping, sharp electric guitar chords cutting in) [Verse 1] The Cotswolds tent is warm, the studio lights are bright The British fans are waiting for a classic show tonight Jeremy takes the stage with a serious historic stare Ready to tell a story of a racing time so rare [Verse 2] We travel back to eighty-three, the golden rally years Where Group B monsters conquered roads and triggered heavy fears The Audi Quattro came along with four-wheel-drive design To dominate the muddy tracks and change the racing line [Verse 3] But Lancia refused to yield, they brought a beautiful beast The zero-thirty-seven model, a mechanical design feast Rear-wheel drive and lightweight shell, against the German might A battle of the engineers beneath the daylight bright [Verse 4] The Italian team was clever, they used a lot of tricks To beat the heavy Audi and their traction-control fix They salted down the snowy tracks to melt the winter ice And won the world championship without an SUV device [Verse 5] Jeremy is driving the Lancia through the trees The supercharged four-cylinder is singing in the breeze It’s raw and it is dangerous, it keeps you on the edge A masterpiece of motorsportt that flies along the hedge [Verse 6] Now the main challenge starts upon a modern highway track The trio wants to find a way to push the boundaries back They hate to stop for bensin when they drive a long distance So they try to find a system of mechanical assistance [Verse 7] Jeremy thinks he is a genius, he builds a fueling rig Upon a heavy luxury van that is incredibly big He wants to drop a rubber hose into a moving car To fill the tank with petrol while traveling very far [Verse 8] Richard Hammond is the driver in a small sedan below He has to match the giant van and keep a steady flow The wind is blowing violently, the highway speed is high As the rubber hose begins to swing beneath the cloudy sky [Verse 9] Jeremy is leaning out, he drops the nozzle down They look like two bad aviators flying over town The bensin starts to spray around, it hits the hot engine A terrifying accident is waiting to begin [Verse 10] James May is watching from behind with a cynical old smile He thinks his friends are idiots who waste the highway mile He tries to build a different rig using a bicycle chain To pass the fuel container through the heavy winter rain [Verse 11] But the gears are getting tangled, the cables snap right through The petrol drops upon the road, creating sticky glue The refueling experiment is turning into mud With middle-aged presenters sweating tears and greasy blood [Verse 12] They have to call the fire brigade to clean the highway street The local police are angry at this ridiculous feat They proved that stopping at the station is a better way Than trying to pump the volatile gas upon the motorway [Verse 13] Back inside the Cotswolds tent, the crowd is laughing loud At the catastrophic fueling plans that shocked the country crowd They look at the burnt bodywork and the damage on the floor Concluding that the petrol stations are safe forevermore [Verse 14] In Celebrity Face-Off, the battle lines are clear Two legendary musicians walk out with a cheer Stewart Copeland from The Police and Pink Floyd's Nick Mason grand To see who is the fastest drummer inside the British land [Verse 15] They race around the gravel track, the tires scream and shout To find out who can handle cars and push the limits out The leaderboard is shifting fast, the times are very tight For the rock-and-roll musicians driving through the light [Verse 16] The third song is slowing down, the rally films are past The Lancia thirty-seven showed that history was fast The Grand Tour truck is waiting, the engines roar out loud On to the next adventure, keeping petrolheads so proud [Verse 17] So play the eighties synth rock and let the guitars scream The high-speed fueling special was a dangerous messy dream Three presenters bickering about a rubber hose The grandest tour is rolling on where the wild highway goes [Outro] (Fast energetic synthesizer solo, heavy rock guitar chords building up, sound of an engine revving high, final big drum crash fading out)

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