He was a hard-headed man, he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude
They had one thing in common, they were good in bed
She'd say, "Faster, faster, the lights are turnin' red"
surely make you lose your mind
(Life in the fast lane)

She's a full-out scavenger with racin' slicks
And when I'm lightin' the skins, I really get my kicks
A-well, she's chopped and a-channeled and she's stroked and bored
A big rubber daddy with a four on the floor
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
A roller cam huffer-blown fuelie machine
That really wails comin' out of the gate
I can hit second gear while you're still layin' rubber
And buddy, by that time, it's too late

She's real fine, my 409
My 409

Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes
For I knew there would be a time
When I would buy a brand-new 409

When I take her to the track she really shines
She always turns in the fastest times
My four speed, dual quad, Posi-Traction 409

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge

Once knew a little girl from Salt Lake City. Two quart (or chord) legs and two rubber titties. She loved electricity and she burns off gas. Got a V8 pussy and a Cadillac ass.”
she had a big ol' booty butt