Drag Strip Lyrics

Hot rod coupe on a Friday night
At the fairground strip
One more beer will get me set
For my quarter-mile trip

Steering wheel in hand
Making my last stand
I'm the fastest in the land
That's why they call me the king

And I shut 'em down with breakneck speed
Like no one can
Pink slips seem to disappear
With a wave of my hand

Approach that line
Checkered flag up high
Check the starting light
And it's red, yellow, green, and go

Don't hesitate, accelerate and go
Tires spin as we begin to go
Road dust flies into their eyes
As the king blows across that finish line
Tension's high as we burn the road
Like flames from hell
Leaving rubber smoking hot
With a brimstone smell

Steering wheel in hand
Making my last stand
I'm the fastest in the land
That's why they call me the king

When I reach that line
The cops will have to handcuff me
'Cause greasers racing on the strip
Is a felony

Approach that line
Checkered flag up high
Check the starting light
And it's red, yellow, green, and go

Don't hesitate, accelerate and go
Tires spin as we begin to go
Road dust flies into their eyes
As the king blows across that finish line

Yeah, go
Don't hesitate, accelerate and go
Tires spin as we begin to go
Road dust flies into their eyes
As the king blows across that finish line