Switchblade 327, lit cigarette in his hand   Steel-toed boots on the accelerator   Oil leakin' outta the pan   Switchblade, three two-barrels   Gettin' there as fast as he can   All juiced up like a hot carburetor   Spittin' gas onto the fan   Blacktop burnout, Saturday night   Try to catch him if you can      (Switchblade) 327   (Switchblade) Seven come eleven   (Switchblade) Ah, he's all right   When he gets drunk, he fights all night      Switchblade 327, pullin' way ahead of the pack   Chop top deuce, Saturday night   Flames shootin' outta the back   Switchblade, don't cut him off   He won't cut you no slack   He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town   He'll carve his name in your back   Blacktop burnout, Saturday night   Try to catch him if you can      (Switchblade) 327   (Switchblade) Seven come eleven   (Switchblade) Ah, he's all right   When he gets drunk, he fights all night      Switchblade 327, someone was calling his name   All he could hear was his engine   And the sound of the pouring down rain   Switchblade 327, ran 125 down the lane   But someone had cut both his fuel lines   And the '32 burst into flames   Blacktop burnout, Saturday night   Try to catch him if you can      (Switchblade) 327   (Switchblade) Seven come eleven   (Switchblade) Ah, he's all right   When he gets drunk, he fights all night      (Repeat)      When he gets drunk, he fights all night   When he gets drunk, he fights all night