Three Window Coupe Lyrics

Three window coupe you're the toughest machine in town
Got a three window coupe that's short on looks
But she looks real good in the record books
I hold the track record in the quarter mile
With a low E.T. down the asphalt aisle

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Eat 'em up eat 'em up shut 'em down
Three window coupe you're the toughest in town
Eat 'em up eat 'em up shut 'em down
Three window coupe make a trophy run
Three window coupe you're the toughest machine in town Now I know my coupe's not the sharpest around
But everybody knows she's the hottest in town
My hydro pressure heads make it twelve to one
And Sunday at the drag stop there's a trophy run

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Now my little three window don't look like much
Till the flag goes down and I pop the clutch
Then I put my foot in and I really go
And my three window

[Chorus]

"Toughest machine in town"
"Toughest machine in town"

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