| It’s American made, motorhead’s delight
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| I pray to Henry Ford each and every night
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| It’s a big block banger and I keep it clean
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| 'Cause I never let corrosion get in my machine
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| It’s gotta big fuel pump, a stick shift too
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| Let me show ya, honey, what my rod can do
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| Well, it’s ready to run at the drop of a hat
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| It can shoot the hole in no time flat
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| Girl, let me drive it home
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| Don’t want to drive alone
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| Girl, let me drive it home
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| A ride like you’ve never known
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| I like to pump it myself, I’m a self serve man
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| I love to have its juices run all over my hand
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| I can get my tool in the tightest space, ooh
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| I love to crawl underneath her, have it in my face
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| Girl, let me drive it home
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| Don’t want to drive alone
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| Girl, let me drive it home
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| A ride like you’ve never known
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| Check it out
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| It doesn’t stop for nothin'
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| Runs on domestic beer, yeah
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| It makes your heart start pumpin'
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| And then it all does, baby
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| I’ll show ya how to steer
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| Park it over here
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| Just park it over here
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| You always gotta space in my lot
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| Whoo…
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| Baby, lift your hood
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| Won’t cha let me see what’s under there
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| Don’t be shy
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| Baby, lift your hood
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| Won’t cha let me see what’s under there
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| Baby, lift your hood
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| Won’t cha let me see what’s under there
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| Baby, lift your hood
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| Won’t cha let me see what’s under there
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| It’s American made, motorhead’s delight
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| I pray to Henry Ford, little baby, each and every night
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| It’s got big ball joints to take the curves
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| Well, I take ya to the redline if you got the nerve
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| It’s got an oversized piston, makes the gear box scream
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| And it slides through the cylinders like a dream
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| Girl, let me drive it home
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| Don’t want to drive alone
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| Girl, let me drive it home
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| A ride like you’ve never known
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| Gonna drive it
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| Gonna drive it
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| Drive it home, yeah |