| A leather jacket, a fist of keys
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| And some faded Levi jeans
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| A motor head revving on the red
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| Using petrol like caffeine
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| 400 horses in my engine bay
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| God damn it’s great… yeah
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| Drop the clutch and ride with me
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| A small block V8 fantasy
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| A torque ain’t cheap
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| With a 5 point 2 litre engine running hot
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| I tailgate slap it back to fourth
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| Hit the straight with a sling shot
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| The speed of lights just a gear away
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| Burning octane in my veins
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| A sideways slide always in control
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| People say that I’m insane
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| 400 horses in my engine bay
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| Well I’ve got it made… yeah
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| Drop the clutch and ride with me
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| A small block V8 fantasy
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| You never know where the cops patrol
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| With their radars watching you
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| You fly by in your V8 ride
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| Getting clocked at 182
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| There’s no escape cause they’re gonna take
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| Your licence and all you got
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| You’ve got no car cause it’s sitting in
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| The police impound lot
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| 400 horses in my engine bay
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| They took it away… yeah
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| Drop the clutch and ride with me
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| A small block V8 fantasy
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| Jump on in and ride with me
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| A small block V8 fantasy |