Hot Rod High

Nothing but winners all you losers scram
Got no time for tests or a schoolbook exam
All the kids know we're the coolest around
Cos we got the best rods in any town
Early in the morning we go screamin by
Loaded up with chicks in front of Hot Rod High

We're gonna tear it up in the parking lot
Cos a quick half-hour is all we got
When the lunch bell rings we're gona split
Call all we care about is the shifting bit
Nothing but winners all you losers scram at Hot Rod High

We've got the best customs you'll ever see
From a little Deuce coupe to a bucket T
Now little street roadsters always catch the eye
And the work is such a drag down at Hot Rod High

We're gonna tear it up in the parking lot
Cos a quick half-hour is all we got
When the lunch bell rings we're gona split
Call all we care about is the shifting bit
Nothing but winners all you losers scram at Hot Rod High

During last prep now the minutes seem long
When the final bell rings the drags are on
Engines screaming you can see the dirt fly
Kids learn and the tires burn down at Hot Rod High



Credits
Writer(s): Roger Christian, Gary Usher
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