Story Behind the Song
Watching couples driving by watching couples driving by.
Lyrics
I know you like that guy.
And the car that he drives
keeps you ridin' long and hard through the night.
You can hear his engine hummin'
You can feel his pistons drummin'
He'll ride you 'till the darkness turns to light.
I know you like the feel of his automobile.
His pistons drum just like a song.
When his petal hits the metal,
it's so hot you can't settle.
'be burnin' rubber 'till the break of dawn.
But let me tell you that...
My car is faster, baby.
My fuel out last his, baby.
My car is better than his.
My car runs longer, baby.
My engines stronger, baby.
My car is better than his.
My car rides smoother, baby.
no roto-ruder, baby.
My car is smoother than his.
I burn more rubber, baby.
I'll be your lover, baby.
My love is better than his.
I know you like to ride
when his motor revs high
and his fingers grippin tight on the wheel.
And then when he start shiftin'
His standard shift transmission.
He goes from cluthch to gas to make you squeel.
I know you like his car
when the seat is back far
and the sun is shinin' down on you.
It's heatin' up the plastic.
The smell is so fantastic.
There's room enough for anything we do.
But let me tell you that....
My seats are bigger, baby,
They fit your figure, baby.
My car is bigger than his.
My stick shifts easy, baby.
My gears are greasy, baby.
My car is better than his.
My car runs cooler, baby.
You don't need no sweater, baby
My car is hotter than his.
I burn more rubber, baby.
I'll be your lover, baby.
My love is better than his.
I know you like his car
when he drives it really far
all way up 'round your neighborhood.
He never stops for fuelin'.
His drivin' leaves you droolin'.
That motor ride sure leaves you feelin' good.
I know he lets you drive
when he gets a little tired.
I see you got some drivin' skills.
I see you like the feelin'
of non stop hot rod reelin'
Well baby now get ready for a thrill.
Cause let me tell you that...
My car goes further, baby.
I'll make you holler, baby.
My car drives better than his.
My car does wheelies, baby.
It's touchy feely, baby.
My car feels better than his.
My seats lay back more, baby.
We'll use the back door, baby.
My car is better than his.
This ain't no buggy, baby.
It's lubby-dubby, baby.
My car is better than his.
My oil runs fluid, baby.
Jump in lets do it, baby.
My car is better than his.
My seatbelts hold you, baby.
Let's rock and roll now, baby.
My car is better than his.
My bumpers harder baby.
Just flick my starter baby.
My car is better than his.
I passed inspection, baby.
There's mjo infection, baby.
My car is better than his.
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