[Verse 1: Rockabilly male lead, wild and quick] Halloween at the airstrip, flares along the line Chopped my coupe in August and she's running mighty fine Twenty cars came out tonight and twenty went back home Every title in my glove box, every kid out on his own Then a hearse rolls up so slow you hear the gravel crack and moan Whitewall tires, curtains drawn, a hood as black as stone Window rolls down halfway and a glove comes out to wave Holding up a pink slip like a ticket to the grave [Pre-Chorus: Rockabilly male lead, squealing bend underneath] Nobody in the driver's seat that anyone could see Just a voice like an engine saying, son, it's you and me [Chorus: Rockabilly male lead, full force] Race you for the pink slip, loser rides in the back Quarter mile of moonlight on a cold black track Flag goes down and the hearse don't make a sound Race you for the pink slip, winner never comes around [Verse 2: Rockabilly male lead, faster] Bobby Lee said don't you do it, Cal, I seen that car before Back in the summer Danny raced it and we don't see Danny no more I said Danny couldn't drive a nail, I'm the king of this here strip Signed my title on the hood with a lipstick from my hip Revved it up to seven grand, the hearse just idled low Smelled like lilies and exhaust and something under snow Flag girl closed her eyes and let the white rag fall And I swear that black machine didn't move its wheels at all [Pre-Chorus: Rockabilly male lead, squealing bend underneath] Nobody in the driver's seat that anyone could see Just a voice like an engine saying, son, it's you and me [Chorus: Rockabilly male lead, full force] Race you for the pink slip, loser rides in the back Quarter mile of moonlight on a cold black track Flag goes down and the hearse don't make a sound Race you for the pink slip, winner never comes around [Bridge: Rockabilly male lead, out of breath] Neck and neck at the finish and I beat it by a nose Whole crowd going crazy and I'm feeling like a legend Glove comes out the window, hands the title over neat I unfold it in the headlights and I fall back in my seat Owner of this vehicle, it says in faded ink Calvin Ray, tonight's date, and my blood runs cold as zinc [Chorus: Rockabilly male lead, squealing bend, full force] Race you for the pink slip, loser rides in the back Quarter mile of moonlight on a cold black track Flag goes down and the hearse don't make a sound Race you for the pink slip, winner never comes around [Outro: Rockabilly male lead, fading wild] Back door swinging open, curtains in the wind Keys already in it and the engine's breathing in [End]
