Ride, Ride, Ride

Verse 1:
Well, it's a candy apple honker with a cocoa brown vinyl top
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Power disc brakes 'swhat it takes to make it stop
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I put my friends in the back seat
(v'room)
Me in the front seat
(v'room) My baby at my side

Chorus:
'n we just ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride
Ride, ride

Verse 2:
Well, it's a high risin' hot cammed gas eatin' son-of-a-gun
(ride ride, ride ride)
's got a four-eleven rear and it's lightened by a half a ton
(ride ride, ride ride)
It's got a human reaction
(a-hoo)
And posi-traction
(a-hoo)
Can't make it slide

Chorus:
'n we just ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride
Ride, ride

(instrumental break with car engine sound revving by with doppler effect)

Ride ride, ride ride, ride ride
Ride ride, ride ride, ride ride

Verse 3:
Well, now the seats I'm told are leather and the steering wheel is made of wood
(ride ride, ride ride)
It a'd like to wanna fly and ya know, sometimes I think it could

(ride ride, ride ride)
I got a new set of drag wheels
(v'room)
You know they're mag wheels
(v'room)
Eleven inches wide

Chorus:
'n we just ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride
Ride, ride

Ooh ee-hoo ooh hoo
Ride, ride, ride
(Repeat through fade-out with sound effects)