Come on, baby, let's get in the car

I'm gonna take you real, real far

I'm gonna paint your momma's face on the door

You ain't gonna see her anymore

'Cause I'm gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

They can paint a red flame, firebird on front

I will be Evel Knievel, you can double my stunts

This ain't no Malibu Barbie Corvette

This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private liner jet

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

Come on, baby, let's get on the road

Let's get on track

And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back

I'm gonna straddle the line

Swear to God it's gonna take you real far

I'm just a real small man in a real big car

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Got studded tires, excuse me if I'm blunt

I've got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front

Got fuzzy dice with a secret door

Full of flavored serums, breath freshener and more

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

Anybody ever tell you you look smashing by the dashboard light?

Come on, baby, gonna make you feel alright

We'll take you at high warp speed

It's better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

Come on, baby, let's get on the road

Let's get on track

And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back

I'm gonna straddle the line

Swear to God it's gonna take you real far

I'm just a real small man in a real big car

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

So come on, baby, tell me what's your answer, you gonna cross the line

Ah, quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time

What you're hungry? We'll stop by Mickey D's for a happy meal

Eat a regular hot dog or piasco fantasco on wheels

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

**I can see that you're not impressed

By the way that you are fully dressed

Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops

I'm a sensitive man of the 90s, sweetheart

Who cares for your emotional being an awful lot**

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

Come on, baby, let's get on the road

Let's get on track

And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back

And I will straddle the line

Swear to God it's gonna take you real far

I'm just a real small man in a real big car