Hot Rod
I bought a hot rod, not for family
A two-seat hot rod, just for you and me
We'll drive real fast and play music loud
A two-seat hot rod, cause I think three's a crowd
I don't want a sedan, don't need an SUV
The only place to sit is right next to me
Our dates will be fun but can't be a double
Because a back seat can only lead to trouble
Let's cruise down a winding street
No room for a child safety seat
Let's take a ride in our hot rod
Seats only two, cause we think three is odd
The price of gas, I don't really care
Don't even have room for a spare
Just two seats, one next to one
When you drive, I have to ride shotgun
Let's cruise down a winding street
No room for a child safety seat
Let's take a ride in our hot rod
Seats only two, cause we think three is odd
I am sick up to here
Of preachers letting dirty, rotten rock music
Ruin our churches, and thereby ruin our nation
If I found one of my children listening
To that kind of stuff on the radio
I would tear the radio right to pieces
Immediately after I performed the funeral of my child
Don't care about speed limits or the price of gas
Not concerned with coppers like the one I passed
Got my detector and I like my odds
Cannot catch me and use their SCMODS
Let's cruise down a winding street
No room for a child safety seat
Let's take a ride in our hot rod
Seats only two, cause we think three is odd
A two-seat hot rod, just for you and me
We'll drive real fast and play music loud
A two-seat hot rod, cause I think three's a crowd
I don't want a sedan, don't need an SUV
The only place to sit is right next to me
Our dates will be fun but can't be a double
Because a back seat can only lead to trouble
Let's cruise down a winding street
No room for a child safety seat
Let's take a ride in our hot rod
Seats only two, cause we think three is odd
The price of gas, I don't really care
Don't even have room for a spare
Just two seats, one next to one
When you drive, I have to ride shotgun
Let's cruise down a winding street
No room for a child safety seat
Let's take a ride in our hot rod
Seats only two, cause we think three is odd
I am sick up to here
Of preachers letting dirty, rotten rock music
Ruin our churches, and thereby ruin our nation
If I found one of my children listening
To that kind of stuff on the radio
I would tear the radio right to pieces
Immediately after I performed the funeral of my child
Don't care about speed limits or the price of gas
Not concerned with coppers like the one I passed
Got my detector and I like my odds
Cannot catch me and use their SCMODS
Let's cruise down a winding street
No room for a child safety seat
Let's take a ride in our hot rod
Seats only two, cause we think three is odd
Credits
Writer(s): Jockey Onassis
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