Feeling no pain cuz' I just left the bar
some goon pulls up to me in a jacked up funny car.
He wore a trans-am jacket and road racing gloves
he had a bored old lady looked starving for love.
His car had shiny chrome, screaming tunes and custom interior
I must admit he made me feel slow and inferior.
Just then I had a premonition
I'll bet this guy has hot rod ignition.
(Did I mention road racing suspension?)
Super turbo charging, four on the floor and big hood scoop
let me tell you friend this was one souped up coupe.
He yelled "hey you with the ugly face!"
then he flipped me the finger and said"lets race!'
He had big fat tires and racing exhaust
and he gave me a look like I already lost.
The light turned green and I floored my little camaro
I passed that fool like he was pushing a wheelbarrow.
Thats when I knew how that loser would spend his night
In second place staring at my tailights.
When this joker pulls up to this highway star
I smirk and tell that weakling" come see me when you get a real muscle car!"
-Santacruz-
