Lyrics:

It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.

The little old lady
From Pasadena
Has a pretty little flower bed
Of white gardenias,
But parked in a rickety old garage
Is a brand new, shiny, red super stock Dodge

And everybody's sayin'
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.

You can see her on the streets just gettin' her kicks now,
With a four speed stick and a four-twenty six now,
She's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later,
Because she can't keep her foot of the accelerator.

And everybody's sayin'
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.

And everybody's sayin'
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.

If you see her on the street,
Don't try to choose her.
You might have a goer,
But you'll never lose her.
The guys come to race her from miles around,
But she'll them a leg, then she'll shut 'em down.

And everybody's sayin'
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.

It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.

Granny, go.
Granny, go.
Granny, go.
Granny, go