Cuda, a hemi 426, 500 ponies, illegal slicks, fastback.
And you want to be as bad as your ride.
Tell all the ladies to get inside or get back.
But stupid shit town boy your guts and muscle toy is gonna get you killed.
The ratio runs rich, but rich ain't real.
Plymouth, a cherry '71', a Mopar rebuilt to help you run away.
But shit town ain't gonna give up so quick.
Your girlfriend is pregnant.
Your mamma is sick so you'll stay.
That's how it goes 'round here. Get up to 2nd gear.
Then come back down.
Your daddy called his boss and made you a deal.
1, 2, 3, 4th gear to take you away!
Before you sell that 426,
That Barracuda's got one more trick up it's sleeve.
Hahn road out past the radio tower.
The loose pack, the six pack,
And too much power to believe!
Forgot the rule 'round here. Get up to 2nd gear,
Then come back down.
Monday you and dad start haulin' steel.
No no! But stupid shit town boy your guts and muscle toy just got you killed.
You put it in a ditch and that's for real,
For deadly real, forever real, yeah you're dead for real