Hot Rod Heart

Well I saw her dancin’ in a red polka-dot dress,

Hair up high and she was born to impress—

My engine revved like a V8 Ford,

When she smiled, man, I floored that chord!

’Cause my baby, she’s a fire on wheels,

Got a hot rod heart and chrome-plated heels—

When she loves me, I can’t sit still,

Like a jukebox jumpin’ on a windowsill!

Yeah my baby, she’s my rhythm and blues,

Got me rockin’ these blue suede shoes!

She cooks like Mama and she kisses like sin,

Got a voice like vinyl and a heart that wins—

She takes my hand like a dance hall queen,

In a Cadillac dream with a rockabilly lean!

Yeah my baby, she’s a fire on wheels,

Got a hot rod heart and chrome-plated heels—

When she loves me, I can’t sit still,

Like a jukebox jumpin’ on a windowsill!

She’s my moonlight, my sweet cherry pie,

Got me howlin’ at the stars in the sky!

[Bridge] (breakdown, slower beat)

Ooooh darlin’—when you look my way,

The world turns pink like a neon café…

From the diner to the dance floor, I’m your man,

With your name tattooed right on my hand!

Now my baby, she’s my rock ‘n’ roll queen,

With a love so loud, it tears up the scene—

When she walks, the whole town swings,

Like a bell-bottomed angel with guitar strings!

Yeah my baby, she’s my wild delight,

We’re burnin’ up this rockabilly night!

Whoa-oh-oh yeah!

We’re burnin’ up this rockabilly niiiight!

Yeah my baby’s got a hot rod heart… and it starts with me!