Hot Rod

Don't look at my hot rod
The shine will hurt your eyes
I take it out at night
Wearin' my disguise
Got a blower on the motor
Makes it triple fast
Dual quad carbs
Really suck the gas
It's American muscle
At its very best
Ain't no competition
Blows away the rest

The EPA don't like it
The cops are layin' low
My neighbors keep complainin'
When I let it go
They don't like the noise
They don't like the smoke
When I drop the hammer
I let it go for broke

She's a 400 chevy
Motor decked with chrome
Six speed shifter
Really gets you home
She's a 64 Chevy
Shiny shiny black
When I hit the pedal
It maxes out the tach

The EPA don't like it
The cops are layin' low
My neighbors keep complainin'
When I let it go
They don't like the noise
They don't like the smoke
When I drop the hammer
I let it go for broke

The rack and pinion steering
Keeps it on a line
Four-eleven gears
Really blow my mind

She's sittin' pretty low
Four inches off the ground
A thousand watts of power
Pumpin' out the sounds
I open up the headers
When it's time to race
Drop it into first
Launch it into space

The EPA don't like it
The cops are layin' low
My neighbors keep complainin'
When I let it go
They don't like the noise
They don't like the smoke
When I drop the hammer
I let it go for broke