Built For Speed

Here I come in my fifty-seven She's a real low rider paint perfection With a custom engine painted black with flames Ain't nobody gonna call that hot rod tame V eight engine with the fuel injection Two eight three, that's my ounce of perfection Get that rod out when it's very late Haven't gotten' round to getting license plates Well I'm cruising low and I'm cruising mean Well I'm cruising slow in my street machine You're my hot rod mama And you're really built for speed You're built for speed baby When I reach that final destination I will drive a car and leave a compensation With a little reeling and a lot of rockin' You're my hot rod mama in your fishnet stockings Well I'm cruising low and I'm cruising mean Well I'm cruising slow in my street machine You're my hot rod mama And you're really built for speed You're built for speed You're built for speed You're built for speed ...