Big American Car Lyrics

Well I'm a moving down the road in the land of the free
Pumping up the economy
She's not a gas hog she's a stimulator
At a hundred mile an hour she's a real hell raiser

Lord i get a thrill when I go for a ride
Ain't nothing like the highway in the middle of the night
I keep the dashboard lights turned way down low
I'm a low slung rocket I'm a UFO
She loves to moan those black top blues
With the radio up and running on cruise
Well I'm a sittin' pretty in the lap of luxury
Do you wanna ride in my B.A.C.

My little woman she loves my wheels
She likes the way that my motor feels
I may look like a fifty five Olds
But i can still take you any place you wanna go

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