Well, he's down at the junkyard
Gonna build the perfect sports car
Well, he's know from the first day
That it's gonna be a Stingray
With Superior mags, now
A V8 that never drags, now
He'll have the best little Vette, now
All candy apple red, now
When he rolls...
He'll do 120 flat-out
On his old bike route
They'll scream ""look at him go""
To the rock and roll radio
He'll be cruisin' for a sweetheart
Down on Van Nuys Boulevard
Gonna feel so alive now
With his right hand drive now
When he rolls...
Yeah it's gonna be alright
Once the daytime fades away
Gun into the summer night
There'll be nothing left to say
No time anyway
For yesterday
Well, it's always on the blocks
He's adding Gabriel shocks
He wants Mercury tubes
And the fastest stock cube, now
It's been a dream so long, now
Baby, nothing could go wrong, now
He's gonna taste a little heaven
Yeah, back in '77, baby!