Key’s turned on.
Tank’s full of gas.
Come on, baby,
We’ll peal out fast.
Hit the starter,
You grab the wheel.
Tires go around,
Hear how they squeal?
A guy pulls up.
He wants to race.
I sped by at
A terrific pace.
One girl got scared.
She said slow down.
I let her walk
On back to town.
Down the highway,
Hundred and ten.
Cop was looking
Where I had been.
Speeding on down
Route ninety-nine,
Until I saw
A red stop sign.
Brakes didn’t work, smokin’ stover!
I hit the bank and rolled over.
My hot roddin’ baby, no more
Hot roddin’ beneath her soddy cover.
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