Checkered Flag - Brian Setzer

Your daddy says that I’m no good

He don’t know what’s under my hood

427 straight pipe exhaust

Lapping up hi-test, screw the cost

Earth Angel speed demon, out of our way

Bored out rocket blow 'em all away

Calloway cam I’m supercharged

Daddy can’t catch us in his beat up-Dodge

Looking like the cover of a hot rod mag

Baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

All souped up and ready to drag

My baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have th rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta hav the rumble

Ten red lights, only stopped at five

Bury the needle I’m in over-drive

Dropped it on down to manual mode

White line fever, King of the Road

Hot rod momma gotta take the wheel

Eyes are getting bleary — it’s part of the deal

Check the rear view — put the pedal down

I’m blasting out of this one-horse town

Looking like the cover of a hot rod mag

My baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

No need to sweat it she’s in the bag

My baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Your brother got a Mustang

Thinks he’s tought 4th gear Leave him in the dust

8 barrels pumping in harmony

Peel out, burn rubber, street symphony

Posi-traction on all the curves

No slip, no slide, no need to swerve

Full tank, top down, by my side

Rockabilly dream is coming alive

Looking like the cover of a hot rod mag

Baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

All souped up and ready to drag

My baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

Looking like the cover of a hot rod mag

My baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

No need to sweat it she’s in the bag

My baby’s wrapped up in a checkered flag

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble

Can’t be humble, gotta have the rumble