Texas Rock-a-Billy Rebel

Lyrics

It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It feels good Born a bastard child Nobody knows who's son On the old Chisholm Trail And he continues to run She's a 32 Ford Chopped five window Coup Chevrolet mill really Really stirs the soup Turn up the bass! Turn up the treble! Texas rock-a-billy rebel Turn up the bass! Turn up the treble! Texas rock-a-billy rebel It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It feels good When everyone said early on They had lost the fight Deep down inside they knew Knew they had the might Like Harold Dawson, Mouser King To many more too say Wide whitewall wheels gonna Gonna blow you away! Turn up the bass! Turn up the treble! Texas rock-a-billy rebel Turn up the bass! Turn up the treble! Texas rock-a-billy rebel It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It feels good Feels good! Go! It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It feels good When we fire that motor It goes rata-tat-tat-tat Like a Texas guitar slinger Or a snare drum that is phat It is gray and it's red In memory of the dead Her builder Treadmill Vern Is sick in the head! Turn up the bass! Turn up the treble! Texas rock-a-billy rebel Turn up the bass! Turn up the treble! Texas rock-a-billy rebel It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It goes real fast But it sure feels good It feels good