Rockin’ Little Roadster

Lyrics

Man, I love to drive my rockin' little roadster Everybody knows she's a-goin' little oldster Flying down the lane She looks kind of swinging My big wheel humming My race slick singing She's my rockin' little roadster I wouldn't trade her for the world Driving or the drag She's the toughest on the scene When I get on her she sounds real neat With her metal plate painted She looks real pretty And everybody's looking out at flag city She's my rockin' little roadster I wouldn't trade her for the world She's got slick old fenders And reverses on the back And everybody knows She's a terror of the track With there two pops and a four-bunk stick Coming off the lane she's nothing but quick Looks like a custom But she's really a goner She slaps them all down And she don't run a flower When I pop the clutch You'll hear her tyre screech She's rockin' little roadster The car of the street She's my rockin' little roadster I wouldn't trade her for the world She's got slick old fenders And reverses on the back And everybody knows She's a terror of the track With there two pops and a four-bunk stick Coming off the lane she's nothing but quick Looks like a custom But she's really a goner She slaps them all down And she don't run a flower When I pop the clutch You'll hear her tyre screech She's rockin' little roadster The car of the street She's my rockin' little roadster I wouldn't trade her for the world