Hot Rod

If I was a race car, I’d be shooting gasoline. Red hot throttle, Ice cold chrome Built to speed I’m a wild man Baby, I’m a hot rod Hey there jellybean I got a thing for you I’m going to put a thing on you I’m nothing but power And you’re a pinstripe dream Cool out and get in Dont buckle up Dont think I cant give you much But at 90 to nothing You’re gonna feel something Real deep down In that bucket seat If you give me the feels You can feel my seams I may let you touch the stick I’ll take you on a wild ride Through the nighttime A white knuckle secret Your world flying by So let’s light a bottle Burn it down Pedal to the floor We’re the real thing baby With a need to bleed