| Come on baby, let’s get in the car
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| I’m gonna take you real, real far
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| I’m gonna paint your mamma’s face on the door
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| You ain’t gonna see her anymore
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| Cuz I’m gonna be your race car driver
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| Your race car driver
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| They gonna paint a red flame, firebird on front
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| I will be Evel Kenevil, you can double my stunts
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| This ain’t no Malibu Barbie Corvette
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| This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private liner jet
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| And I’m gonna be your race car driver
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| Your race car driver
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| Come on baby, let’s get on the road
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| Let’s get on track
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| And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back
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| I’m gonna straddle the line
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| Swear to God it’s gonna take you real far
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| I’m just a real small man in a real big car
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| And I’m gonna be your race car driver
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| Got studded tires, excuse me if I’m blunt
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| I’ve got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front
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| Got fuzzy dice with a secret door
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| Full of flavored serums, breath fresheners and more
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| And I’m gonna be your race car driver
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| Your race car driver
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| Anybody ever tell you you look smashing by the dashboard light
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| Come on baby gonna make you feel alright
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| We’ll take you at high warp speed
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| It’s better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed
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| And I’m gonna be your race car driver
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| Your race car driver
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| Come on baby, let’s get on the road
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| Let’s get on track
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| And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back
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| I’m gonna straddle the line |