Race Car Driver
Come on, baby, let's get in the car
I'm gonna take you real, real far
I'm gonna paint your mamma's face on the door
You ain't gonna see her anymore
'Cause I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
They can paint a red flame, Firebird on front
I will be Evel Knievel, you can double my stunts
This ain't no Malibu Barbie Corvette
This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private liner jet
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on, baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like
It was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Got studded tires, excuse me if I'm blunt
I've got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front
Got fuzzy dice with a secret door
Full of flavored serums, breath freshener and more
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Anybody ever tell you, you look smashing by the dashboard light?
Come on, baby, gonna make you feel alright
We'll take you at high warp speed
It's better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on, baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like
It was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
So come on baby, tell me what's your answer
You gonna cross the line
Ah, quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time
What, you're hungry?
We'll stop by Mickey D's for a happy meal
Eat a regular hot dog or piasco fantasco on wheels
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
I can see that you're not impressed
By the way that you are fully dressed
Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops
I'm a sensitive man of the 90s, sweetheart
Who cares for your emotional being an awful lot
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on, baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like
It was your hair I was pulling back
And I will straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Yes, I'm gonna be your race car driver
I'm gonna take you real, real far
I'm gonna paint your mamma's face on the door
You ain't gonna see her anymore
'Cause I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
They can paint a red flame, Firebird on front
I will be Evel Knievel, you can double my stunts
This ain't no Malibu Barbie Corvette
This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private liner jet
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on, baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like
It was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Got studded tires, excuse me if I'm blunt
I've got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front
Got fuzzy dice with a secret door
Full of flavored serums, breath freshener and more
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Anybody ever tell you, you look smashing by the dashboard light?
Come on, baby, gonna make you feel alright
We'll take you at high warp speed
It's better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on, baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like
It was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
So come on baby, tell me what's your answer
You gonna cross the line
Ah, quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time
What, you're hungry?
We'll stop by Mickey D's for a happy meal
Eat a regular hot dog or piasco fantasco on wheels
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
I can see that you're not impressed
By the way that you are fully dressed
Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops
I'm a sensitive man of the 90s, sweetheart
Who cares for your emotional being an awful lot
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on, baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like
It was your hair I was pulling back
And I will straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Yes, I'm gonna be your race car driver
Credits
Writer(s): Jewel Kilcher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.