Rockin' Little Roadster - Jan & Dean

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