 While I'm trembling and her shaking, he's pouring on the coal. So close that I can steal his license plate. There's a diesel on my tail, I'm making 90 miles an hour. My reflection in my mirror's mighty pale. I can hear St. Peter calling, I can almost smell the flower. Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail. Can this compact take the impact? There's a diesel on my tail.