Hot-Rod Racer

My baby travels at the speed of light
Down love’s lost highway
One step beyond and way out of sight
She says, «honey, today’s your lucky day»
I’ll be your hot rod racer, your hot rod racer
Hot rod racer, just for you
I’ll be your hot rod racer, your hot rod racer
Back it up, I’m coming through
(Oh yeah) (Hot dog) (swing it)
Time flies when you’re having fun
No time to change the pace
My baby dances to a different drum
She’s my queen of outer space
(Ah yeah)
Well I’m restless and I’m ruthless
And near as dammit toothless
But I’ve still got a long ways to go
Maybe frost on the rooftop
But, hey bop-a-rebop
There’s still some fire down below
My baby drives a hot rod racer
My baby drives a hot rod car
My baby drives a hot rod racer
She’s my hot rod shooting star
(Ah yeah) (Come on swing it)