56 Fury (feat. Billy F Gibbons)

Spit curl down his forehead

Talkin' 'bout how yes it's understood

It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain

Sittin' underneath the hood

Tampin' down a Camel on a Zippo with a grin

Maybe wider than a country mile

A Corsicana cool hand is takin' us to school, man

And burnin' up the road and style

'56 Fury (oh yeah)

Built for comfort, built for speed

'56 Fury

Long about every last thing you need

'56 Fury

Hair stacked up and twisted

Like some beehive made in France

Seven double shots of spray net

Down for nothin' left to chance

Yeah, so here's what's real," cried sweet Lucille

There ain't no other boy I know

Who can even dare to hold a candle

To that lovin' hot rod Romeo

'56 Fury

High performance, built for fun

'56 Fury

Lord, have mercy, watch her, look at her run

'56 Fury (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey, ah

Two-door, hard-top coupe, so sleek and sexy, make the grown men moan

A jet white streak of lightnin', destination long since gone

Back off V8 Ford, back off Chevrolet

Pontiac and Cadillac ain't even fit for haulin' hay

'56 Fury

Bound for glory, seconds flat

'56 Fury

Yeah, somebody tell me maybe what was that

That was a '56 Fury, yeah

Finest car on the road