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1970 Red Chevelle Lyrics
1970 red Chevelle
Fire-engine hot, I'm going to sell
I'm gonna be rich, I'm gonna be a millionaire
Deep-bucket seats, black-lined on top
Rolling down the street, I'm ready to pop
There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody, there ain't nobody to mmm stop me
Seven-inch chrome rims, never seen a day
Since 1982 been tucked away
Hundred miles an hour
Oh man, this boy is fast
1970 red Chevelle
Hot-rod muscle car going to hell
I'll never get caught
I'll never get caught
I'll never, never, never, never, never, never, never get caught
Single-spot Malibu, everything's stark
Look out, Mama, when I'm screaming down the block
California, New York, whoa baby, you're a big shot
1970 red Chevelle
Cranberry tart I'm going to sell
I'm gonna get rich
I'm gonna get rich
I'm gonna get rich
I'm gonna be a millionaire
Fire-engine hot, I'm going to sell
I'm gonna be rich, I'm gonna be a millionaire
Deep-bucket seats, black-lined on top
Rolling down the street, I'm ready to pop
There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody, there ain't nobody to mmm stop me
Since 1982 been tucked away
Hundred miles an hour
Oh man, this boy is fast
Hot-rod muscle car going to hell
I'll never get caught
I'll never get caught
I'll never, never, never, never, never, never, never get caught
Look out, Mama, when I'm screaming down the block
California, New York, whoa baby, you're a big shot
1970 red Chevelle
Cranberry tart I'm going to sell
I'm gonna get rich
I'm gonna get rich
I'm gonna get rich
I'm gonna be a millionaire
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