[Chorus]
If you've got an ill ride with a wizard on the side
Everybody let me see you put your vans up
If you push a big twin with a kitchen built in
Put your vans up, put your vans up

[Verse 1]
It's like -- yes yes ya'll, to the beat and
Econoline, reclining the vinyl seat, man
Triple shag burgundy pile is sweet and
The waterbed puts me to sleep like C-SPAN
Raw generator, you'll see the bar later
Back window blacked out as dark as Darth Vader
Six tens in the back on a rumble mat
And an airbrushed paint-job jungle cat
My bass don't rattle; sounds nice and buzzy
The wheel woodgrain and the dice are fuzzy
A high-tech dude, them devices love me
My visor keep a rack of ice above me
When the bubble pops - the couch folds up
Black lights come up from the floor; Don't touch the door
Don't knock when we're subtly rocking the van
Unless you're planning on gunning for war (DUDE!)

[Chorus]
If you've got an ill ride with a wizard on the side
Everybody let me see you put your vans up
If you push a big twin with a kitchen built in
Put your vans up, put your vans up

[Verse 2]
Now - Prince of the blacktop, king of the road
Walls plush maroon; the trim is all gold
All told, my chance to succeed is certain
You're seeing me emerge through the beaded curtain
Like "Damn! That's a nice van!
Bet you're pinching pennies, paid a pretty price, man!"
Got a vanity plate and it says "ICEMAN"
And you're all like wishing you could get inside and
Drive off - but you can't, cuz it's mine. Flames on the side
"Big Guy" painted on it, that's the name of the ride
Some dudes just change with the times, but I can't
I got vans driving through my brain and my mind, like
Vantastic, Vantasy
Middle finger out the window for the man to see
Pop-out stove and pop-up canopy
Ain't nobody gonna take this van from me

[Chorus]
If you've got an ill ride with a wizard on the side
Everybody let me see you put your vans up
If you push a big twin with a kitchen built in
Put your vans up, put your vans up

Now hop in those vans and ride!
To the malt shop
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