Born Late '58

Baby..took me..out last night

Got a little Cadillac bite

Shook me..about..inside out

Didn't get home 'till light

She's a grower, a goer

You gotta get to know her

No chooser, a cruiser

You turn around she'll lose you

Burned out..as the light turned green

Smokescreened off her rail

He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'

Faster than the U.S. mail

She's a speeder, a leader

You're really gotta meet her

You see her, she thrills you

You look at her she'll kill you

Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her

Don't you try and steal her away

Hush..man..logs in her dam

Think you better fade away

Detonator, jail-baiter

A radar radiator

She'll annoy ya, destroy ya

She'll bring ya down in fire

Create her, mistreat her

No use tryin' to beat her

Admit it, she's greater

Shame you weren't born later