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