The manager said it was an ironclad contract
We had to open up the house
So we jumped in the Chevy, drove twenty-seven hours
Just to prove that we were serious
Now we're howling like a banshee, hauling ass for Nancy
Sure ain't working for the dough
Because it was seventy-five hundred for the man up in the office
And fifty bucks for me and Beau
Well it's a cold world, and my baby is floored
With high-lift cam, fueler heads, and it's never been bored
I'm talking long, broad, hot rod, covered in chrome
To drive my baby home.
