55 Chevy Bel Air

On a drive in my red Chevy Bel Air 55 Cruisin down Pacific Coast Highway
I feel so alive
Looking at the Palms swaying With my wind wing wide open Man I'm having fun playing

It's not a Gasser
It's not a dancer
It's just a cruiser
So I put the pedal to the metal Just to feel that angry stroker
I pass the Santa Monica Pier Heading to Malibu
Shifting gears
I have my beautiful lady next to me
Making my heart skip a beat Running cool at one eighty

It's not a Gasser
It's not a dancer
It's just a cruiser
So I put the pedal to the metal Just to feel that angry stroker
A Chevy three fifty Under the hood
Makes me feel so good It brings me back
to my childhood
We indulge in a burger At a roadside cafe Sitting in my fifty five Looking over the bay
It's a perfect day in the LA sun When it goes down it's time to run
Back to where we call home And leave this west coast alone

We take the canyon home Cruising in all this chrome I feel so alive cruisin in my Chevy Bel Air Fifty Five