Songtexte Checkered Flag - Brian Setzer

Your daddy says that I'm no good
He don't know what's under my hood
427 straight-pipe exhaust
Lappin' up hi-test, screw the cost

Earth angel, speed demon, out of our way
Bored out, rocket, blow 'em all away
Calloway cam, I'm supercharged
Daddy can't catch us in his beat-up Dodge

Lookin' like the cover of a hot rod mag
Baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag
All souped up and ready to drag
My baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag

Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble

Yeah

Ten red lights, only stopped at five
Bury the needle, I'm in overdrive
Dropped it on down to manual mode
White line fever, king of the road

Hot rod momma gotta take the wheel
Eyes are gettin' bleary, it's part of the deal
Checked the rearview, put the pedal down
I'm blastin' out of this one-horse town

Lookin' like the cover of a hot rod mag
My baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag
No need to sweat it, she's in the bag
My baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag

Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
You can't be humble, gotta have the rumble

Your brother got a Mustang, thinks he's tough
Hit fourth gear, leave him in the dust
Eight barrels pumpin' in harmony
Peel out, burn rubber, street symphony

Positraction on all the curves
No slip, no slide, no need to swerve
Full tank, top-down, by my side
Rockabilly dream is comin' alive

Lookin' like the cover of a hot rod mag
Baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag
All souped up and ready to drag
My baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag

Lookin' like the cover of a hot rod mag
My baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag
No need to sweat it, she's in the bag
My baby's wrapped up in a checkered flag

Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble
Can't be humble, gotta have the rumble