1970 red Chevelle   Fire-engine hot, I'm going to sell   I'm gonna be rich, I'm gonna be a millionaire   Deep-bucket seats, black-lined on top   Rolling down the street, I'm ready to pop   There ain't nobody, there ain't nobody, there ain't nobody to mmm stop me      Seven-inch chrome rims, never seen a day    Since 1982 been tucked away   Hundred miles an hour   Oh man, this boy is fast      1970 red Chevelle   Hot-rod muscle car going to hell   I'll never get caught   I'll never get caught   I'll never, never, never, never, never, never, never get caught      Single-spot Malibu, everything's stark   Look out, Mama, when I'm screaming down the block   California, New York, whoa baby, you're a big shot   1970 red Chevelle   Cranberry tart I'm going to sell   I'm gonna get rich   I'm gonna get rich   I'm gonna get rich   I'm gonna be a millionaire