My Woodie

Well if you ever go down to where the big cars go
 Well you can ask anybody cause they all know
 That there's one wild woodie that's really mean
 She's a roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
 She's big, big, she's bad, bad, my woodie
 She's a full out scavenger with racin' slicks
 And when I'm lightin' the skins I really get my kicks
 Uh well she's chopped and a'channeled and she's stroked and bored
 A big rubber daddy with a four on the floor
 She's big, big, she's bad, bad, my woodie
 A roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine
 That really wails comin' out of the gate
 I can hit second gear while you're still layin' rubber
 And buddy by that time it's too late
 So you better think twice cause your wastin' my time
 When you come around messin' with that woodie of mine
 Cause she'll walk right over those bennie soups
 The Stingrays, Caddies and the little deuce coupes
 She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
 She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
 She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie
 She's big, big, bad, bad, my woodie