Here I come in my fifty seven, 
She's a real low rider paint perfection 
With a custom engine painted black with flames 
Ain't nobody gonna call that hot rod tame 
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh 

V eight engine with the fuel injection 
Two eight three, that's my ounce of perfection 
Get that rod out when it's very late 
Haven't gotten' round to getting license plates 
Ooh Ooh Ooh-Ooh 

Well I'm cruising low and I'm cruising mean, 
Well I'm cruising slow in my street machine 
You're my hot rod mama 
And you're really built for speed 
You're built for speed baby

When I reach that final destination 
I will drive a car and leave a compensation 
With a little reeling and a lot of rockin' 
You're my hot rod mama in your fishnet stockings 
Ooh Ooh Ooh-Ooh 

Well I'm cruising low and I'm cruising mean, 
Well I'm cruising slow in my street machine 
You're my hot rod mama 
And you're really built for speed 
You're built for speed 
You're built for speed, You're built for speed
You're built for speed, You're built for speed
You're built for speed, You're built for speed
You're built for speed, You're built for speed