SS 396

Lyrics for SS 396

Forget about your Hemis and your GTOs I've got a new machine, and she really goes When I pass you up on the drag strip You'll know darn well You've been beaten by a porcupine V8 Chevelle Tachin' it up now, you better be quick Nothin' can outrun my SS 396 There's lots of chrome goodies sittin' under the hood She looks real pretty like a tough one should On the redline tires she sits real mean She's the coolest hot one you've ever seen Cruisin' the highway, I get my kicks Everybody's diggin' my SS 396 Look at her go (look at her go) She sits real low (sits real low, wah-ooh) Feel her tires grip the road Her deep-breathin' fours (deep-breathin' fours) Man, they'll never sell short (never sell short, wah-ooh) Feel the rear end grab the load I'll take you for a ride, man, it's really a treat Strap yourself into a bucket seat And the four-speed tranny is startin' to whine You'll know about the Super Sport once we get off the line Cruisin' the highway, I get my kicks Nothin' can match my SS 396 Look at her go (look at her go) She sits real low (sits real low, wah-ooh) Feel her tires grip the road Her deep-breathin' fours (deep-breathin' fours) Man, they'll never sell short (never sell short, wah-ooh) Feel the rear end grab the load I'll take you for a ride, man, it's really a treat Strap yourself into a bucket seat The four-speed tranny is startin' to whine You'll know about the Super Sport once we get off the line Cruisin' the highway, I get my kicks Nothin' can match my SS 396 SS 396 SS 396 SS 396 SS 396