Verse 1 (Starts with a distorted banjo-rock riff and a heavy, stomping drum) You've been jawing at me since the state line. Running those lips like they’re on overtime. I don't need a map and I don't need a plan, And I sure as hell don’t need the 'lay of the land.' My left foot is itching and the tank is full, And I'm getting real tired of the 'push-and-pull.' Verse 2 (The bass comes in—gritty and distorted) You're talking about the weather and the price of gas. I'm talking about getting nowhere fast. There’s a hum in the tires and a ghost in the gears, And I haven't heard a thing you've said in years. So do me a favor, honey, just for tonight... Put your hands on the wheel and your mouth out of sight. Pre-Chorus (The vocal gets raspy and "snarly") Yeah, the road is open and the moon is big... Don't you start that 'I told you' gig. Chorus (The "Elle King" Shout-Hook—Banjo and Electric Guitars) (She shouts the title with a little bit of a gravelly laugh) SHUT UP AND DRIVE! (Stomp, stomp, clap) SHUT UP AND DRIVE! We’re burning daylight and we’re burning through the night! Leave the stories on the sidewalk, baby, hold on tight! SHUT UP AND DRIVE! Bridge (This is where the "party" starts—fuzz guitar and vocal ad-libs) (Elle’s signature gravelly "Woo!" and growls) I don't want to talk! I just want to walk... on the gas! Faster! Outro (Sudden stop—only the banjo playing a fast, messy riff) Shut it down. Drive it home. (Final vocal rasp) Shut up.