I was eight that Christmas Day,
I flew down our stairway,
To see my [bad word] [bad word] beneath the tree,
That orange Hot Wheels set,
Had a tiny red Corvette,
But it was for my brother,
Not for me.

Later on that afternoon,
I hid it in my room,
Dad was mad,
But Momma kept her cool.

She said, "Girls like fast cars too,
Speed ain't just for boys,
There's something 'bout the sound,
Of turbo engine noise,
We love the look & feel,
Of polished chrome & steel,
But muscle is what makes the ladies move.
Yeah, girls like fast cars too."

When I got my first real car,
I thought I was Dale Earnhart,
Daytona ran up & down my street,
The shifter mounted on the floor,
Pretending 3 was on the door,
One turn of the key & I was free.

On those long hot summer nights,
I'd catch guys at a light,
And with a wink,
I'd peel out of sight.

Sayin, "Girls like fast cars too,
Speed ain't just for boys,
There's something 'bout the sound,
Of turbo engine noise,
We love the look & feel,
Of polished chrome & steel,
But muscle is what makes the ladies move.
Yeah, girls like fast cars too."

So Mr. Engineer,
What else you got 'round here,
You can skip the vans & SUV's
I'm looking for,
brand-new two-door,
candy apple red hot street machine.

'Cause Girls like fast cars too,
Speed ain't just for boys,
There's something 'bout the sound,
Of turbo engine noise,
We love the look & feel,
Of polished chrome & steel,
But muscle is what makes the ladies move.
Yeah, girls like fast cars 
Love those fast cars
Girls like fast cars too!