I WAS ON MY WAY TO PICK UP MY DATE,

I GAVE IT THE GAS I DIDN’T WANT TO BE LATE.

THERE WAS A ’55 CHEVY UP ON INDIAN HILL,

HE PASSED ME BY LIKE I WAS STANDING STILL.

THERE’S A MEAN OLD ‘55

DOWN ON BIMINI DRIVE

HE HAD A 402, CHEVROLET BIG BLOCK,

THEN PASSED MY ROD LIKE A REAL RAUNCH ROCK.

A REAL GONE GASSER SHOULD NOT MOVE LIKE THAT,

HIS FULL HOUSE WAS REALLY FAT

THERE’S A MEAN OLD ‘55

DOWN ON BIMINI DRIVE

I SAW HIM ONE DAY, RACING AT THE DRAGS,

HE TOOK OFF LIKE  A SHOT WHEN THEY DROPPED THE FLAGS.

DRINKING CHAMPAGNE FROM THE WINNER’S CUP,

REVVED AND HONKIN’, IT WILL EAT YOU UP.

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