Lucille was a woman and I was a boy
And it was obvious that she wanted more
Than a man her age could give her and that was me.
I was wild as a summer squall
Blowing through town no direction at all
And I was wilder than even she could believe.
I had a Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great
Take it on out to where the gravel turns to road
Take it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend
And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could.
And it was cra ayyyy zeee. But it sure was good!
Lucille was 50 and I was 19
I drove on up to Randolph Heights,
There's an old folks' home there past the lights
And Lucille was sitting out there in the shade.
I wheeled her around to the passenger door
I picked her up and put her in that car
And we took off like a dustbowl hurricane.
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In that Cobra Jet 428 in a '65 Ford and it ran great
Took it on out to where the gravel turns to road
Took it on up to 110, tires screaming in and out of the bend
And Lucille hanging on just as tight as she could.
And it was cra ayyyy zeee. But it sure was good!
It sure was good
It sure was goooo-oooo-ooood.