Tappin' on the dash with her bare feet
She'd turn on the radio and crank it up
That girl could never get it loud enough
Yeah saturday nights we'd lead the parade
Of tricked out Fords and Chevrolets
Well I was hangin' with the boys a little bit later
Talkin' 'bout tires and carburetors
I ain't sayin' she stole that car
But that was May and this is March
She was doin' eighty-five in Tennessee
Clocked in Kansas doin' ninety-three