Race Car Driver - Outtake Songtext
von Jewel

Come on, baby, let′s get in the car
I'm gonna take you real, real far
I′m gonna paint your momma's face on the door
You ain't gonna see her anymore

We′ll paint a red flame, Firebird on front
I will be Evel Knievel, you can double my stunts
This ain′t no Malibu Barbie Corvette
This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private liner jet

And I'm gonna be
Your race car driver
Your race car driver

Got studded tires, excuse me if I′m blunt
I've got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front
Got fuzzy dice with a secret door
Full of flavored serums, breath freshener and more

You look smashing by the dashboard lights
Come on, baby, I′m gonna make you feel alright
I'm gonna take you at high warp speed
It′s better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed


And I'm gonna be
Your race car driver
Your race car driver

Come on, baby, let's get in the car
Let′s get on track
I′m gonna grab your hair like it was that I'm pulling back
I′m gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I′m just a real small man in a real big car

And I'm gonna be
Your race car driver

Come on, baby, what′s your answer?
You gonna cross the line
And quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time
What, you're hungry? We′ll stop by Mickey D′s for a happy meal
It'll be a regular hot dog or deal on wheels

I can see that you′re not impressed
By the way that you are fully dressed
Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops
I′m a sensitive man of the '90s, sweetheart
Who cares for your emotional being an awful lot


And I′m gonna be
Your race car driver
Your race car driver
And I'm gonna be
Your race car driver
Your race car driver

Yeah, I'm gonna be
Oh, your race car driver
Yeah, I′m gonna be
Your race car driver
I′m gonna be, yeah
Your race car driver
I'm gonna be
Your race car driver

I love what the wind does to your hair
What are those, scratch marks across your back?
Oh, the cat did that, huh?
Haha
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah-yeah