My Woodie

Well, if you ever go down to where the big cars go
You can ask anybody 'cause they all know
That there's one wild woodie that's really mean
She's a roller cam huffer-blown fuelie machine
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie

She's a full-out scavenger with racin' slicks
And when I'm lightin' the skins, I really get my kicks
A-well, she's chopped and a-channeled and she's stroked and bored
A big rubber daddy with a four on the floor
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie

A roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
That really wails comin' out of the gate
I can hit second gear while you're still layin' rubber
And buddy, by that time, it's too late

A roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
That really wails comin' out of the gate
I can hit second gear while you're still layin' rubber
And buddy, by that time, it's too late

So you better think twice 'cause you're wastin' my time
When you come around messin' with that woodie of mine
'Cause she'll walk right over those bennie soups
The Stingrays, Caddies and the little deuce coupes
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie