Born Late "58

Baby took me out last night
 Got a little cadillac bite.
 Shook me about - inside out
 Didn't get home 'till light.
 She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her
 No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you
 Burned out as the light turned green
 Smoke-screened off her rail.
 He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'
 Faster than the U.S. mail.
 She's a speeder, a leader
 You're really gotta meet her
 You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you.
 Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her
 Don't you try and steal her away
 Hush, man logs in her dam
 Think you better fade away
 Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator
 She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire
 Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her
 Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later.