Cool clear morning about a quarter past nine
Missed the alarm for the hundredth time
'Cause I didn't get home till three last night
And the telephone rings, it's Wray on the line
He says he's coming on by he'll be here by ten
Got to get myself moving to be ready by then
I hope the boss don't call 'cause I got to skip work
But what can you do there's no place on earth like
Wray's corvette
Cruisin' in Wray's Corvette
Cruisin' in Wray's Corvette
How I wish it was mine
67 Sting Ray, four on the floor
Turbine wheels and a three fifty horse
Goodwood green with a saddle inside
Rag top down, it's a real sweet ride
She'll do a hundred and sixty in the blink of an eye
Side pipes humming, ready to fly
Whenever I hear the sound of his horn
I hop right in, don't care where we're going in*
I've got an 89 Chevy and it's just about dead
But the bills keep coming and I can't get ahead
One of these days I think I'm gonna explode
Gonna blow this town, gonna hit the road in
