| She’s black as night, her engine’s loud as thunder
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| You hear her comin', move on over
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| Flames burnin' down the side
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| Chrome glarin', fat tires, she’s my ride
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| Heavy ride, step aside
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| Cruisin' down the motorway
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| Got a full tank of gas in my '57 heavy Chevy, yeah
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| Smoke, flames, burnin' rubber
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| Gonna leave the world behind
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| I’m just cruisin' in my heavy Chevy, yeah
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| Step on the gas, feel the power
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| She fills you up with a rebel fever
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| Takes you where you wanna go
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| Rock-n-roll rollin; |
| hot rod
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| Don’t know the meaning of slow
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| Hit the gas, time to pass
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| Cruisin' down the motorway
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| Got a full tank of gas in my '57 heavy Chevy, yeah
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| Smoke, flames, burnin' rubber
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| Gonna leave the world behind
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| I’m just cruisin' in my heavy Chevy, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Cruisin' in my heavy Chevy, yeah
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| That’s right, my baby’s got it all
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| Four barrel double pumpers, high-rise metaphor
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| Man, she never stalls
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| Will you listen to that?
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| You think you can take her on
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| You wanna what?!
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| Man, lemme tell you 'bout my car!
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| Smoke, flames, burnin' rubber
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| Gonna leave the world behind
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| I’m just cruisin' down the motorway
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| Got a full tank of gas in my '57 heavy Chevy, yeah
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| Cruisin' down the motorway
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| Cruisin' in my heavy Chevy, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Cruisin', cruisin' |