Pantera theme music.

My vote is for Anthrax's "Metal Thrashing Mad"
I can't do you a link at the 'mo, but here's the lyrics:


Racing down the road
In a street machine of steel
Gears are jammed in full
I'm the madman at the wheel

Got my foot pinned to the floor
You can feel the engine roar
I got thunder in my hands
I'm metal thrashing mad

Driving like a maniac
Can't go any faster
Burning up the road
Headed for disaster

I like:

Forget about your Hemis and your GTO's
I gotta mean machine, man she really goes

Take it for a drive, it's really a treat
You gotta strap yourself into a bucket seat

Let up off the clutch, kiss your ass goodbye
It's got a 351C that'll make you die

It's a Hot Rod to Hell, Hot Rod to Hell

I'm burning rubber all over this town
I'm in high gear and I'm headed straight down

It's a Hot Rod to Hell, Hot Rod to Hell

"Hot Rod to Hell"
by Elvis Hitler (off their Disgraceland CD).

Saxon did a couple of good ones too.

Note:
1)Pity it's a Chevy.
2)Apologies for the language, but this is art.
3)I have no idea what "Gears are jammed in full" means.

Wheels Of Steel

Oww

When my foots on the throttle there's no looking back
I leave the motor tickin' over when she's back on the track
I've got a 68 Chevy with pipes on the side
You know she's my idea of beauty, that's what I drive

She's got wheels, wheels of steel
She's got wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
Talking 'bout my wheels of steel

I don't take no jibe from the motorway pigs
When I'm crusin' down the freeway I don't get no lifts
If you see me coming get out of my way
You know a Trans Am didn't, I blew it away

She's got wheels, wheels of steel
She's got wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
My my my my wheels of steel

I'm burnin' aviation fuel my foot's to the floor
Ya know she's crusin one-forty she'd do even more
I'm burnin' solid rubber I don't take no bull
'Cause my wheels of steel are rolling
They're rolling your way

She's got wheels, wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
My my my wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
Talking 'bout my wheels of steel

Look out, uh

I'm burnin' aviation fuel my foot's to the floor
Ya know she's crusin' one- forty she'd do even more
I'm burnin' solid rubber I don't take no bull (s**t)
'Cause my wheels of steel are rolling
If you're comin' come quick

She's got wheels, wheels of steel
She's got wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
My my my wheels of steel
Wheels of steel

Talking 'bout my wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
My my wheels of steel

Uh, ya, wheels of steel
(Repeat to end)

Freeway Mad

I'm screaming down the freeway
Gonna try and burn you out
I'm keeping in the fast lane
Top me and I'll take you out

And I know, yes I know
I want it so bad
I'm freeway mad

I'm burning down the freeway
Doing ninety miles an hour
I'm faster than a speedboat
Pulling every inch of power.

And I know, yes I know
I want it so bad
I'm freeway mad

I'm going down the freeway
Never gonna get me out
Steaming like a freight train
Gonna blow my pistons out

And I know, yes I know
I want it so bad
I need it so bad
I want it so bad
Fu-fu-fu-fu****g freeway mad

How about "The Distance" by Cake
best seen here in this GPL movie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOdceaQlv3A

Bonus: Play the game and you can re-enact the crash scenes from Grand Prix.

And you can't forget ZZ-top - especially Manic Mechanic:

She Loves My Automobile Lyrics
She don't love me, she love my automobile.
She don't love me, she love my automobile.
Well she would do anything just to slide behind the wheel.
She said what's it gonna take for you to lay your top on down?
She said what's it gonna take for you to lay your top on down?
I said honey why don't you ask me when we get to the outskirts of town.

Well now she don't care if I'm stoned or sloppy drunk.
Well she don't care if I'm stoned or sloppy drunk,
Long as she got the keys and there's a spare wheel in her trunk.



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I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide Lyrics
Well I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel,
I had a bluesman in the back, and a beautician at the wheel.
We're going downtown in the middle of the night
We was laughing and I'm jokin' and we feelin' alright.
Oh I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Yes I'm bad, I'm nationwide.

Easin' down the highway in a new Cadillac,
I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back.
They sportin' short dresses, wearin' spike-heeled shoes,
They smokin' Lucky Strikes, wearing nylon too.
Welcome back, we're nationwide.
Yeah we bad, we're nationwide.

Well I was movin' down the road in my V-8 Ford,
I had a shine on my boots, I had my sideburns lowered.
With my New York brim and my gold tooth displayed,
Nobody give me trouble cause they know I got it made.
I'm bad, I'm nationwide.
Girl I'm bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, I'm nationwide.



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Manic Mechanic Lyrics
You want to race?
If you insist.
At that price, I can't resist.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Tonight it ain't right,
I got to have me a week.
But I'll be back for you, Jack,
and I'll let the machine speak.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Showdown? You bet.
And I haven't saddled my pony yet.
Have mercy, Miss Percy.
I done put the coon tune on this bet.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

what about "Radar Love"?
White Lion
Golden Earring
Homer Simpson


I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear

When she is lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
Don't need no phone at all

We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a wave in the air, Radar Love

The radio is playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all

We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky

(Instrumental break)

No more speed, I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go
And the line of cars drove down real slow

And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee's comin' on strong
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh one more radar lover gone

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sents her comfort comin' in from above
We don't need no letter at all

We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a light in the sky
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love
We've got a thing that's called Radar Love

Sorry, it's gotta be Highway Star. Listen to the car sounds at the beginning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73BtOBuvv9w

About 75% of all Panteras sold, were sold at a Lincoln Mercury dealer.

So don't you guys think "Hot Rod Lincoln" is appropriate?

Enjoy the video!

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1082636072&fr=yfp-t-501