Lyrics:

Here I come in my fifty seven
She's a real low rider paint perfection
With a custom engine painted black with flames
Ain't nobody gonna call that hot rod tame
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
V eight engine with the fuel injection
Two eight three, that's my ounce of perfection
Get that rod out when it's very late
Haven't gotten' round to getting license plates
Ooh Ooh Ooh-Ooh
Well I'm cruising low and I'm cruising mean
Well I'm cruising slow in my street machine
You're my hot rod mama
And you're really built for speed
When I reach that final destination
I will drive a car and leave a compensation
With a little reeling and a lot of rockin'
You're my hot rod mama in your fishnet stockings
Ooh Ooh Ooh-Ooh
You're built for speed, You're built for speed... etc