It's not the car
It's not your guitar
But take me for a drive in your rod, Cheri
So we got a good gig
We jump in the rig
It's really quite a night to play
Stop at the bank
Fill up the tank
Toodle off along our way
Then some caustic wooley bully
Ranking on me fully
Well, I ain't looking for a fight
The bruiser draws a blank
I've got a solid steel crank
And he can eat my dust from now to daylight.