Car Show

It's Sunday morning, it's ten a.m

And I just want to see you again

And take you to the hot rod show

And tell you all the things I know

About cars

With your body next to mine

The candy coats will sparkle

The hubcaps will shine

The hoods will be popped

And the tops will be dropped

And we will have the best of times

(No catalytic converters

Slant-6, hya!)

I wanna see

Chevy Impalas

And I wanna see

'Em jack the hydraulics

I wanna see

Hydroponics

And I wanna see

Betty Page rockers

I wanna see

Heavy Chevys

And I wanna see

Roadsters

I wanna see

Galaxies

And I wanna see

Low riders

I wanna see

(Is she rockabilly or queer femme?)

And I wanna see

(Russian mafia or her man?)

Take me to the car show

(Straight Six, 396)

Take me to the car show

(Big block, channeled and chopped)

Take me to the car show

(Chasing me 'round the parking lot)

Take me to the car show

(In my fuel injection high-tops)

Take me to the car show

Take me to the car show

Take me to the car show today

All 'cause of babes

(And cars)

And babes

(And cars)

And babes