[Intro: Hot Guitar] [Verse 1] In the backseat of that ’79 Ford Mustang Cobra II tonight Johnny’s got it pinned a little, Mary Lou is pressed in tight Three motel keys on the seat, a paper cup gone warm Luckies pack half-crushed flat, ash ground in his jeans That blacked-out grille and Cobra stripe catch every lane they cut The dash is split and sunburnt, fake wood peeled back to gray TRX tires hum on the county blacktop, a low, rough note She laughs when he flips the AM dial and all they get is snow [Chorus] Hey, hey — Johnny! Hey, hey — Mary Lou! Cobra II, hatchback low, red stripes running through TRX tires humming, that blacked-out nose up front Loose back end twitching like it wants the whole road Hey, hey — Johnny! Hey, hey — Mary Lou! Two-barrel coughing, roofline rattling loose Hey-hey, everybody, sing it now It’s a ’79 Ford Mustang Cobra II and a backseat shout [Instrumental Break 1] [Verse 2] She took his cap, that faded blue Pushed it sideways, like she meant it too Brick on the bill, dust in the seam Cheap little watch dead as a screen-door hinge At the diner they talked like they’d split by June But every plan they made kept circling back to the two of them Till he slid in close and she said, “Take the long road home” So they peeled out laughing like the town never knew their names [Chorus] Hey, hey — Johnny! Hey, hey — Mary Lou! Cobra II, hatchback low, red stripes running through TRX tires humming, that blacked-out nose up front Rear end hopping, let the whole block hear it Hey, hey — Johnny! Hey, hey — Mary Lou! Say it loud, Cobra II, rough-edged and true Hey-hey, everybody, sing it now It’s a ’79 Ford Mustang Cobra II and a backseat shout [Bridge] By the time that tank runs dry and the first pale light comes up They’re still in the back of that Ford, two kids past the county line Front seat empty, radio low Back seat worn into a groove they know [Final Chorus] Hey, hey — Johnny! Hey, hey — Mary Lou! Cobra II, hatchback low, red stripes running through TRX tires humming, that blacked-out nose up front Loose back end twitching like it wants the whole road Hey, hey — Johnny! Hey, hey — Mary Lou! Two-barrel coughing, roofline rattling loose Hey-hey, everybody, sing it now It’s a ’79 Ford Mustang Cobra II and a backseat shout
