The girl's got full lips with a cherry-red glow
Sheer latex panty under a school uniform...
Her guards are down, her thigh-highs are up
Her momma begging no but she don't give a fuck
The guys wear black jackets And roll up their jeans
They've got steel-toed boots with a razor's sheen
With grease in their hair and oil on their hands
Gonna cruise to the show 'cause the chix dig the band...
The Falcon's are coming
The cars are in primer and not built for show
Got big-block horsepower that's geared to go
So keep your pink-slip Square, we race for green
Got sleek tail-fins and big back seats
The Falcons are coming
One and one is two, one more makes it three.
Black out the windows 'cause there's too much to see
The girl's gone crazy, your kid's gone wild
She's in the back-lot Daddy, gonna be there awhile...
'Cause The Falcons are coming
