DRINKING CLUB WITH AN OFF-ROADING PROBLEM 2

Lyrics

Three Jeeps. Three days. Bakersfield to the Rubicon. Dirty GJ in the LJ. Desert Dog in the JK. Nubz in the Gladiator. Some folks call it four-wheelin’… We call it IOR. [Verse 1] Rollin’ outta Bakersfield before the morning light, Three Jeeps loaded heavy and the coolers packed tight. Got fuel in the tanks and some dust to raise, Headed for the Rubicon for three damn days. Dirty GJ’s leading in that old-school LJ, Founding father of the madness, been there since day one, hey. DD’s in the JK, ready to crawl, Nubz got the Gladiator saying, “FOLLOW ME, Y’ALL!” [Pre-Chorus] Lockers locked, Air ’em down, Get those tires on the ground. If the trail gets ugly, Hell, that’s why we came around! [CHORUS] I! O! R! You know who the hell we are! INFECTIOUS OFF-ROAD! Throw it in low and let it crawl! We got a drinking club With an off-roading problem, Three Jeeps on the Rubicon— Ain’t nobody gonna stop ’em! Raise that drink, Drop that gear, Three damn days of dirt and beer! I! O! R! Yeah, you know who the hell we are! [Verse 2] LJ climbing rocks like it’s got something to prove, Dirty GJ picking lines saying, “Watch how I move.” JK behind him, DD talking shit, Till a tire starts spinning and we don’t let him forget it. Then here comes Nubz with the Gladiator long, Wheelbase screaming, “Boy, you know this shit is wrong!” Drag that belly, let the skid plates sing, If nothing gets scratched, you didn’t do a damn thing! [Pre-Chorus] Winch line ready, Tow strap too, Somebody’s doing something stupid— We just don’t know who! [CHORUS] I! O! R! You know who the hell we are! INFECTIOUS OFF-ROAD! Throw it in low and let it crawl! We got a drinking club With an off-roading problem, Three Jeeps on the Rubicon— Ain’t nobody gonna stop ’em! Raise that drink, Drop that gear, Three damn days of dirt and beer! I! O! R! Yeah, you know who the hell we are! [Bridge – half-time, heavy guitars] When daylight dies behind the pines, We’ll find a place and call it mine. Jeeps parked crooked, campfire bright, Bullshit gets deeper as we drink all night. Dirty GJ starts telling stories, DD swears every damn one is true, Nubz cracks another and says— “GJ, WE WERE FUCKIN’ THERE TOO!” [Breakdown] Who brought the whiskey? IOR! Who brought the beer? IOR! Who looked at a perfectly good road And said— “WE AIN’T GOING THAT FUCKIN’ WAY!” IOR! [FINAL CHORUS – BIG] I! O! R! YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL WE ARE! INFECTIOUS OFF-ROAD! THREE JEEPS CRAWLING HARD! Dirty GJ in the LJ! Desert Dog in the JK! Nubz in the Gladiator— GET THE HELL OUTTA THE WAY! We’re a drinking club With an off-roading problem, Put a mountain in front of us— WE’LL FIND A WAY ON TOP OF IT! Raise that drink! Drop that gear! Rubicon, WE’RE FUCKIN’ HERE! I! O! R! INFECTIOUS! OFF! ROAD! [Outro – spoken, engines idling] Bakersfield to the Rubicon. Three Jeeps. Three days. Three idiots. One rule: If we can still see pavement… we ain’t there yet.