Wow. WAY off. I have to correct it, or I'll die...And I don't know how this song could mean ANYTHING to you if you don't know what they're saying. Drag racing, love. Drag racing.
(Note to the world: To get correct lyrics, all you have to do is look at the liner notes that come with the album.)
I'm not afraid to race you
I never had to chase you around
But tonight won't be the night you've counted all
Your blessings for.
390 Hurst! Now that's new.
If all was right, the Rambler would do
But tonight I've found the competition
I've been waiting for.
She came from East Lansing, Michigan
That was the end of racing, man.
I don't want to drag tonight
No, I'm not in the mood for a fight
It just wouldn't be right for a young suicide
In love again.
I know it's hard to fathom.
How could I turn my back on a
Tri-Powered Tiger, blue and built for
Chasing all pretense away.
When she gets cold, she's still fun.
July? She won't put out in the sun.
She's got eyes of Big Bad Green that
Put my Tiger's lights to shame.
The girl from East Lansing, Michigan.
That was the end of racing, man.
Chorus
Mock it on your way back home
When the motor stops and you're all alone
You dream about the things that you've been
Racing for.
You'll know why I don't want to drive tonight.
One day, you will know what it's like.
When everything's all right
For a young suicide in love...
Wow. WAY off. I have to correct it, or I'll die...And I don't know how this song could mean ANYTHING to you if you don't know what they're saying. Drag racing, love. Drag racing.
(Note to the world: To get correct lyrics, all you have to do is look at the liner notes that come with the album.)
I'm not afraid to race you I never had to chase you around But tonight won't be the night you've counted all Your blessings for. 390 Hurst! Now that's new. If all was right, the Rambler would do But tonight I've found the competition I've been waiting for.
She came from East Lansing, Michigan That was the end of racing, man.
I don't want to drag tonight No, I'm not in the mood for a fight It just wouldn't be right for a young suicide In love again.
I know it's hard to fathom. How could I turn my back on a Tri-Powered Tiger, blue and built for Chasing all pretense away. When she gets cold, she's still fun. July? She won't put out in the sun. She's got eyes of Big Bad Green that Put my Tiger's lights to shame.
The girl from East Lansing, Michigan. That was the end of racing, man.
Chorus
Mock it on your way back home When the motor stops and you're all alone You dream about the things that you've been Racing for. You'll know why I don't want to drive tonight. One day, you will know what it's like. When everything's all right For a young suicide in love...
Chorus
whew Much better.