Race Car Driver - Jewel

Come on baby, let’s get in the car

I’m gonna take you real, real far

I’m gonna paint your mamma’s face on the door

You ain’t gonna see her anymore

Cuz I’m gonna be your race car driver

Your race car driver

They gonna paint a red flame, firebird on front

I will be Evel Kenevil, 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 fresheners 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