Lyrics:

It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.

The little old lady
From Pasadena
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
Has a pretty little flower bed
Of white gardenias,
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
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.

If you see her on the street,
Don't try to choose her.
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
You might have a goer,
But you'll never lose her.
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
She's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause 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.

Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go

The guys come to race her from miles around,
But she'll give 'em a length, 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.

Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go