"Switchblade 327" Lyrics

Switchblade 327, lit cigarette in his hand
Steel-toed boots on the accelerator
Oil leakin' outta the pan
Switchblade, three two-barrels
Gettin' there as fast as he can
All juiced up like a hot carburetor
Spittin' gas onto the fan
Blacktop burnout, Saturday night
Try to catch him if you can

(Switchblade) 327
(Switchblade) Seven come eleven
(Switchblade) Ah, he's all right
When he gets drunk, he fights all night

Switchblade 327, pullin' way ahead of the pack
Chop top deuce, Saturday night
Flames shootin' outta the back
Switchblade, don't cut him off
He won't cut you no slack
He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town
He'll carve his name in your back
Blacktop burnout, Saturday night
Try to catch him if you can

(Switchblade) 327
(Switchblade) Seven come eleven
(Switchblade) Ah, he's all right
When he gets drunk, he fights all night

Switchblade 327, someone was calling his name
All he could hear was his engine
And the sound of the pouring down rain
Switchblade 327, ran 125 down the lane
But someone had cut both his fuel lines
And the '32 burst into flames
Blacktop burnout, Saturday night
Try to catch him if you can

(Switchblade) 327
(Switchblade) Seven come eleven
(Switchblade) Ah, he's all right
When he gets drunk, he fights all night

(Repeat)

When he gets drunk, he fights all night
When he gets drunk, he fights all night