Come on baby, let's get in the car
   I'm gonna take you real, real far
   I'm gonna paint your mamma'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 Kenevil, 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 line of jets
   
   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 freshner and more
   
   Say you look smashing by the dashboard light
   Come on baby gonna make you feel alright
   I'm gonna take you at high warp speed
   It's better than watching Star Trek after you've smoked weed
   
   And I'm gonna be your race car driver
   Your race car driver
   
   Come on baby, let's get on the road
   Let's get on track
   And I will grab the wheel 
   like it was your hair I was pulling back
   Straddle the line
   Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
   I'm just a real small man with a real big car
   
   And I'm gonna be your race car driver
   
   What's your answer, you gonna cross the line
   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
   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 90's, sweetheart, 
   I like small animals, 
   I call my mother at least twice a month, 
   I carry a hankercheif in my lapel in case you cry, 
   I watch Oprah
   'cause I'm a sensitive man of the 90's and I care for your
   emotional being an awful lot
   
   And I'm gonna be your race car driver
   Your race car driver