Too Fast for the Paper
Chrome so shiny you can do your hair,
Leather seats, not a wrinkle there,
’69 Charger, runs like new,
Got the tools, and I know what to do.
Passed the check, all papers tight,
But don’t get close if I hit the light,
One touch on the pedal, hear her roar,
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m out the door.
They say, “Drive slow,” I say, “Nah, I can’t,”
The law can watch, but I ain’t no angel,
Rubber slips, and tires cry,
Try to catch me when I fly.
Too fast for the paper, too smooth for the cops,
I cruise like the king of the block,
This ride ain’t just looks – she’s built to run,
And when I’m gone, I’m gone before you’re done.
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m out the door.
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m just a blur.
Neighbors stare when I pull around,
Bass hits hard, got that raw sound,
Granny says I’m a troublemaker, maybe that’s true,
But your daughter loves my rearview view.
She asked, “What’s under that shiny hood?”
I said, “Enough to run past your whole damn neighborhood.”
This ain’t no showpiece standing still,
She’s a rig that lives for the rush.
They say, “Drive safe,” I say, “Why pretend?”
If the road ain’t shaking, I ain’t at the end,
Hit the gas, feel the fire,
This machine gets my blood going.
Too fast for the paper, too smooth for the cops,
I cruise like the king of the block,
This ride ain’t just looks – she’s built to run,
And when I’m gone, I’m gone before you’re done.
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m not for real.
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m gone for sure.
Midnight roads, no cars in sight,
I drop a gear and say goodnight,
Speedometer winds, I ain’t scared,
She rides so good, no time’s spared.
Too fast for the paper, too hot to hold,
My Dodge don’t age, she’s rock’n’roll,
Burnin’ past lines they try to draw,
When I roll by, every window shakes for sure.
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m just a blur.
I’m gone so fast, they think I’m not for real.
