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      'cause 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   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      So come on baby tell me 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   Eat a regular hot dog or fantasco on wheels      And I'm gonna be your race car driver   Your race car driver      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      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   And I will 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   Yes, I'm gonna be your race car driver