| Switchblade 327
|
| Lit cigarette in his hand
|
| Steel-toed boots on the accelerator
|
| Oil leakin outta the pan
|
| Switchblade, three two-barrels
|
| Gettin there as fast as he can
|
| All juiced up like a hot carburetor
|
| Spittin gas onto the fan
|
| Blacktop burnout, saturday night
|
| Try to catch him if you can
|
| Switchblade 327
|
| Switchblade, seven come eleven
|
| Switchblade, hes all right
|
| When he gets drunk he fights all night
|
| Switchblade 327
|
| Pullin way ahead of the pack
|
| Chop top deuce, saturday night
|
| Flames shootin outta the back
|
| Switchblade, dont cut him off
|
| He wont cut you no slack
|
| Hell cut you to ribbons if you come to town
|
| Hell carve his name in your back
|
| Blacktop burnout, saturday night
|
| Try to catch him if you can
|
| Switchblade 327
|
| Switchblade, seven come eleven
|
| Switchblade, hes all right
|
| When he gets drunk he fights all night
|
| Switchblade 327
|
| Someone was calling his name
|
| All he could hear was his engine
|
| And the sound of the pouring down rain
|
| Switchblade 327
|
| Ran 125 down the lane
|
| But someone had cut both his fuel lines
|
| And the 32 burst into flames
|
| Blacktop burnout, saturday night
|
| Try to catch him if you can
|
| Switchblade 327
|
| Switchblade, seven come eleven
|
| Switchblade, hes all right
|
| When he gets drunk he fights all night (repeat) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Switchblade 327 , by - The Brian Setzer Orchestra. Song from the album The Dirty Boogie, in the genre Иностранный рок