Come On Baby, Let's Get in the Car I'm Gonna Take You Real, Real Far I'm Gonna Paint Your Mama's Face On the Door You Ain't Gonna See Her Anymore We'll Paint a Red Flamed 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 [chorus:] And I'm Going to Be Your Race Car Driver 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 Say, You Look Smashing By the Dashboard Light Come On Baby Gonna Make You Feel Alright I'm Gonna Take You At High Warp Speed It's Better Than Watching Star Trek After You Smoked Weed [chorus] 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 With a Real Big Car And I'm Gonna Be Your Race Car Driver So Come On Baby 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 For a Regular Hot Dog Ordeal On Wheels But 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 90's, Sweetheart, Who Cares For Your Emotional Being An Awful Lot [chorus X 2]