Come on baby, let`s get in the car 
I`m gonna take you real, real far 
I`m gonna paint your mama`s face on the door 
You ain`t gonna see her anymore 
We`ll paint a red flamed firebird on front 
I will be Evel Knievel, 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 

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And I`m going to be your race car driver 
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 freshener and more 
Say, you look smashing by the dashboard light 
Come on baby gonna make you feel alright 
I`m gonna take you at high warp speed 
It`s better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed 

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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 with a real big car 
And I`m gonna be your race car driver 
So come on baby 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 
For a regular hot dog ordeal on wheels 
But 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 

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