Race Car Driver
Come on baby, let's get in the car
I'm gonna take you real, real far
I'm gonna paint your mamma's face on the door
You ain't gonna see her anymore
Cuz I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
They gonna paint a red flame, firebird on front
I will be Evel Kenevil, you can double my stunts
This ain't no Malibu Barbie Corvette
This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private
liner jet
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling
back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Got studded tires, excuse me if I'm blunt
I've got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front
Got fuzzy dice with a secret door
Full of flavored serums, breath fresheners and more
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Anybody ever tell you you look smashing by the
dashboard light
Come on baby gonna make you feel alright
We'll take you at high warp speed
It's better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling
back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
So come on baby tell me what's your answer, you gonna
cross the line
Ah, quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time
What you're hungry? We'll stop by Mickey D's for a
happy meal
Eat a regular hot dog or fantasco on wheels
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
I can see that you're not impressed
By the way that you are fully dressed
Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops
I'm a sensitive man of the 90's, sweetheart, who cares for
your
emotional being an awful lot
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver
Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling
back
And I will straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car
And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Yes, I'm gonna be your race car driver
Rocker Girl
I went downtown just to see
if there was a rocker boy made for me.
Tight pants and long brown permed hair.
Preferably zebra striped underwear.
He's gonna rock my world.
Be his rocker girl.
Gonna be his rocker girl.
I love the way that he gives all the guys shiners
'Cause it sort of matches my blue eyeliner.
He's so tough, he's so cute, he's a regular dream.
He looks so good in his acid washed denim jeans.
He's gonna rock my world
Be his rocker girl.
He will know all the good movies.
He'll know just how to rock it to me.
He'll be so romantic and that
he'll know every word to Spinal Tap.
And I'll be his rocker girl... 2 3 4.
If he was Russian, he would be the Kremlin.
If he was a rock star, he would be Led Zeppelin.
If he was a month he would be oh say May or June.
If he was underwear he would be Fruit of the Loom.
He's gonna rock my world
Be his rocker girl.
Gonna be his rocker girl.
Gonna be his rocker girl.
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