SS 396 Paul Revere and the Raiders

[Verse 1]
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
Been beaten by a porcupine V8 Chevelle
Tachin' it up now, you better be quick
Nothin' can outrun my SS 396

[Verse 2]
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
Crusin' the highway, I get my kicks
Everybody's diggin' my SS 396

[Chorus]
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 settle short, wah-ooh)
Feel the rear end grab the load

[Verse 3]
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
We'll know about the Super Sport
Once we get off the line
Crusin' the highway I get my kicks
Nothin' can match my SS 396