Well if you ever go down to where the big cars go Well you can ask anybody cause they all know That there's one wild woodie that's really mean She's a roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
She's big, big, she's bad, bad, my woodie
She's a full out scavenger with racin' slicks And when I'm lightin' the skins I really get my kicks Uh 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, she's 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
So you better think twice cause your wastin' my time When you come around messin' with that woodie of mine Cause she'll walk right over those bennie soups The Stingrays, Caddies and the little deuce coupes
She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
