I stopped off at the Quicksack
For some beer and cigarettes
This old man took my money
As he stared at my Corvette

He said, 'I had one
Just like her son, a 1963
'Til the man down at the bank
Took her from me'

Oh, she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean every young man's dream
She turned every head in town

She was built in from the handles
Son, I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one
I loved back then

Well, I handed him my keys
And said, 'Here take her for a spin'
The old man scratched his head
Then he looked at me and grinned

He said, 'Son you just don't understand
It ain't the car I want
It's the brunette in your Vette
That turns me on'

That one that was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean every young man's dream
She turned every head in town

She was built in from the handles
Son, I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one
I loved back then

Lord, she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean every young man's dream
She turned every head in town

She was built in from the handles
Son, I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one
I loved back then
She reminds me of the one
I loved back then