"Rockin' Little Roadster" lyrics
Man, I love to drive my rockin' little roadster
Everybody knows she's a-goin' little oldster
Flying down the lane
She looks kind of swinging
My big wheel humming
My race slick singing
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
Driving or the drag
She's the toughest on the scene
When I get on her she sounds real neat
With her metal plate painted
She looks real pretty
And everybody's looking out at flag city
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
She's got slick old fenders
And reverses on the back
And everybody knows
She's a terror of the track
With there two pops and a four-bunk stick
Coming off the lane she's nothing but quick
Looks like a custom
But she's really a goner
She slaps them all down
And she don't run a flower
When I pop the clutch
You'll hear her tyre screech
She's rockin' little roadster
The car of the street
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
She's got slick old fenders
And reverses on the back
And everybody knows
She's a terror of the track
With there two pops and a four-bunk stick
Coming off the lane she's nothing but quick
Looks like a custom
But she's really a goner
She slaps them all down
And she don't run a flower
When I pop the clutch
You'll hear her tyre screech
She's rockin' little roadster
The car of the street
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
Everybody knows she's a-goin' little oldster
Flying down the lane
She looks kind of swinging
My big wheel humming
My race slick singing
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
Driving or the drag
She's the toughest on the scene
When I get on her she sounds real neat
With her metal plate painted
She looks real pretty
And everybody's looking out at flag city
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
She's got slick old fenders
And reverses on the back
And everybody knows
She's a terror of the track
With there two pops and a four-bunk stick
Coming off the lane she's nothing but quick
Looks like a custom
But she's really a goner
She slaps them all down
And she don't run a flower
When I pop the clutch
You'll hear her tyre screech
She's rockin' little roadster
The car of the street
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
She's got slick old fenders
And reverses on the back
And everybody knows
She's a terror of the track
With there two pops and a four-bunk stick
Coming off the lane she's nothing but quick
Looks like a custom
But she's really a goner
She slaps them all down
And she don't run a flower
When I pop the clutch
You'll hear her tyre screech
She's rockin' little roadster
The car of the street
She's my rockin' little roadster
I wouldn't trade her for the world
Writer(s): Roger Christian, Brian Wilson
