Sittin' on the line
Tryin' to change her mind
Red light, yellow light, green light time.

You're standing on it buddy
But she's chilly as a Tastee Freeze


Ease it over, son
I'll show you how she runs
Screamin' like a demon

When the quarter mile comes
Crankcase cookin', that's her manifold destiny
Now she might run cold for you

She runs hot for me.

She runs hot for me

She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
Now she might run cold for you

She runs hot for me

She's got a fire in her veins

That's high octane
When her heart starts pumpin'
Her cylinders are jumpin'

Then I give it to her slow
And she gives me back the low ET's
Burnin' down the line

Ten seconds time
Half an hour later
I can still accelerate her 'till we're out of Hardin County

And in another Galaxy---
Now she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me


She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me

She runs hot for me
Now she might run cold for you
She runs hot for me