| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out, move out
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| Late one night I was crusing along
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| Minding my business doing nothing wrong
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| When all of a sudden I heard the roar
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| Of a '57 t-bird running full board
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| Well I’ll tell you now friend that girl looked sweet
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| But she almost ran me off the street
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| Getting beat by a guy would make me mad
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| But when a chick shuts you down, it makes you look bad
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out now, you better hustle quick
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| 'Cause I gotta try to catch that chick
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| I had to catch up and set her straight
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| We shot the line you see, man, she sure looked great
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| I left it in third now until the red light
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| Then I threw her into high, and I let her unwind
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| When I finally caught up to her I heard her say
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| «I dig your mustang honey, you going my way?»
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| Well she’ll race no more, now I guarantee
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| Cause from here on in, she rides with me
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out now, you better hustle quick
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| 'Cause I gotta try to catch that chick
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang
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| Move out, move out, go little mustang |