Built for Speed

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

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

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

You're built for speed baby

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

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

You're built for speed

You're built for speed

You're built for speed...