Whiskey, Wheels and Younger Girls

Whiskey, wheels and younger girls …..
Hmmmmmm
Yeah, whiskey, wheels and a younger girl………

She’s twenty-two….
…..looks like a moviestar
I’m forty-five…..
……burning gasoline
She looks at my ride, says “Not bad,”
I just laugh, told her to get in the front seat

Plastic nails…..
…..tapping on the dash
I’m old school…..
……breathing smoke and ash
The boys her age just text and wine
She took my flask, didn’t ask, now she’s doing fine

I don’t do the chasing, I just park the car
If she wants the ride, she knows where we are
Heavy foot on the gas, no time for sweet talk
Tonight we drive, tomorrow she………
…..can’t walk

Whiskey, wheels and younger girls
Making tires scream, making her head swirl
She wants the bass, I give her the noise
Leaving tire tracks on all them local boys
Yeah, whiskey, wheels and a younger girl
Out in the sticks, modern world can go to hell
Hit the overdrive, let the engine roar
She’s holding on tight, begging for more

She calls me “Sir”…
…thinks she’s being funny
I just laugh and grin…
…’cause the night feels sunny
We cruise past her ex at the gas station lot
He looks like a kid who forgot what he bought

Backseat’s messy…..
windows getting blurry
I tell her…..
”Slow down, what’s the hurry?”
She grabs the wheel, wants to feel the power
Gears are grinding at eighty miles an hour

I don’t do the chasing, I just park the car
If she wants the ride, she knows where we are
Heavy foot on the gas, no time for sweet talk
Tonight we drive, tomorrow she……….
…..can’t walk

Her mother would hate me, her dad wants to fight
But she’s in my front seat, drinking all night
Age is a number, this V8 is real
Just shut up and listen to the rubber squeal!

Whiskey, wheels and younger girls
Forget about the rules, let the engine twirl
Spilling cheap liquor all over my shirt
We’re going too fast, kicking up the dirt
Yeah, whiskey, wheels and younger girls
Police in the mirror, let the siren yell
No wedding rings, no plans for tomorrow
Just high‑octane fuel and a party we can follow

Whiskey, wheels and younger girls
Forget about the rules, let the engine twirl
Yeah, whiskey, wheels and a younger girl

[Outro – Guitar solo, engine burnout screech, talking]
Yeah… just keep the bass rolling
One more beer before the sun comes up.