Lyrics

Got my girl in the passenger seat
I said, girl, we’re racing in the street
With the flag, comin’ down
Let me rev, listen to the sound
Yeah, buddy, we racin’ in the street
Just need someone that we can beat
I need a chump in a pacer
Black smoke from the carburetor
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

I got the fastest car you ever seen
We got time to stop at the dairy queen
A&W, in my big boat
Get you a root beer float
And then we rollin’, where we facin’
And then we’re ballin’, cuz we’re racin’
Dad’s are hollerin’ about their daughters
And i’m ballin’ my speedometer
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

They talkin’ ‘bout me in the neighborhood
They all say this boy been drivin’ good
Put me behind the big wheel
White walls, and the big squeal
Way i spend, i’m payin’ rent and vacation
For the cats at the gas station
Pop a can, mello yello or fresca
I got sauce, like puttanesca
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

Was a time, i dug some speed metal
Got metallica on and my foot on the pedal
Put the pedal down, and i’m speedin’
Got anthrax on, and i’m leadin
In the race, and it’s anthrax
And public enemy, and it’s on wax
How low can i go
I don’t know, it takes a nation
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

If i said i never listened to rap i’d be a liar
Sucker mc’s can call me sire
My hoopty, my white wall
You at the roadside, tryin’ to look tall
But you’re too short, or maybe eazy
Front seat big enough to play parcheesi
Vinyl seat, in the sun it’s burnin hot
Speakers bumpin’ to sir mixalot
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

Didn’t care about school, or my grades
Tried to put my hair in a high-top fade
Still listenin’ to rap, and to the hip-hop
But then i realized, this has gotta stop
Put my hand on my fake chrome radio
Because i realized that i gotta go
Right back to the AM bandwidth
Stop at Shell, get a sandwich
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

In the flare legs, in a cowboy hat
In the 70's, man, that's where it's at
I want to hear that 3-guitar attack
I want Lynyrd Skynyrd to come back
Stevie Wonder, Innervisions
I wanna attend that studio session
I wanna hear it, don't wanna get bored
I want a song that's got 4 clavichords
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

Remember when Prince rode the purple hondamatic?
And everybody wearin’ their members only jackets?
Whatever happened to morris day
O-e-o-e-o, that’s what they all say
All he was doin’ was carryin’ on
The p-funk tradition, so it didn’t get gone
Drive a little red corvette in the purple rain
And i’m insane in the membrane
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

Whatever happened to molly hatchet?
Their star burned bright but no one could catch it
They were southern and a little bit gothic
The star fell, and i caught it
Nobody ever knew what they was after
But they was flirtin with disaster
Drive fast and you get what you deserve
Jan and Dean on dead man’s curve
I got the fastest camaro in the nation
I got a twin exhaust fascination

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