Motorama

I got the car to see the world

Saint Chris and me, we got the fuel

Beat up pile V8 Ford

They don't make 'em like this no more

Takes my money, yeah, my whole time

But when I'm driving, baby, I feel fine

The little woman says I've got no right

Load up, babe, we're gonna drive tonight

Hear me coming, chemical I am

The sound of lightning, yeah, the feel of sand

I got the car, yeah, now I'm a man

Beat up boys, I'm gonna kick some ass

Detroit city, born and bred

All the time, he was seeing red