[Refrain] Bel Air. Chrome. (low female voice) Ah-ah. Moon. Two-tone. (low female voice) Ah-ah. True. Just us. (low female voice) Ah-ah. Chrome hood bird, crest in the morning heat, two-spoke wheel, white-face gauge, soft vinyl seat. Yeah, just us. [Solo] Fuzz in the amp, loose lug nut rattling fast Palm on the shaker, make the whole block pass Needle on the edge, then it slips back clean A thin wired scream over that bench-seat dream [Solo] Fuzz on the strings, a rusty chain on the drum Busted speaker cone, kickin' up dust from the ground Raw nerve bending, a whine that rips through the town Bigsby shakes, then a guttural growl settles down [Solo] Pick scrape, pedal press, chrome flash in the shop Tubes glow hot while the idle won't stop One bent note hanging off the roofline Then it drops low, right on the quarter-panel shine [Chorus] Bel Air, chrome in the sun '56 rolling, number one Low-slung, clean-cut, all done Bel Air, chrome in the sun Yeah, that '56 Bel Air We don't move till the clerk flips the sign at noon [Solo] Strings buzzing under the hood ornament's stare Twin notes echo off the garage air One long bend, then the engine joins in All that shine with a little dirt on it [Bridge] Storefront glass throws our shape back thin A pickup eases past, then the lot goes still Paper cup rolling by the curb, sun on the hood Dash clock dead, hood ornament caught in the wind [Solo] Pickups hum by, but we stay parked Finger on the trem, let the note go dark Gravel under the tire, heat on the dash One sharp run and the whole thing snaps [Refrain] Bel Air. Chrome. (low female voice) Ah-ah. Moon. Two-tone. (low female voice) Ah-ah. True. Just us. (low female voice) Ah-ah. Chrome hood bird, crest in the morning heat, two-spoke wheel, white-face gauge, soft vinyl seat. Yeah, just us. [Solo] Amp hum low, same old line Metal and wire, mile after mile Hold that bend, let it hang in the air Then cut it clean like we never cared [Bridge] Soda machine humming, clerk looks away Half a tank, full-size story Sweeper by the door, hands on the wheel Kick it over, let the muffler bark We roll out at dawn, old Chevy breathing Dash lit dim, hood mirror catching the sky [Solo] One more rake, one more slide Chrome in the glass as we pull outside The cord snaps bright, the motor stays warm Then the whole song folds into the road [Refrain] Bel Air. Chrome. (low female voice) Ah-ah. Moon. Two-tone. (low female voice) Ah-ah. True. Just us. (low female voice) Ah-ah. Chrome hood bird, crest in the morning heat, two-spoke wheel, white-face gauge, soft vinyl seat. Yeah, just us.
