Quindon Tarver - Race Car Driver

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

[chorus:]
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

[chorus]
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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