| Lyrics: | Fourtwentysix madness on the track.
Pistol grip excitement, full pentastar attack.
It's
thunderlike rumble could be waking up the dead.
A hemihead is what I am, I don't want no fuckin'
sled.
Hell on wheels, I'm a fire breather.
And I'm your personal speed kick dealer.
Hey you, lay it down,
you'll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop
it, cuz I'm gone,
with this engine you just can't shut me down.
Hemipowered
thunderbolt melting down the strip.
A firebreathing monster, no Sunday family trip.
The
toughest of all engines is shoe-horned into my car.
My hemi from sixty-six leaves the streets
scarred.
Hell on wheels, I'm a fire breather.
And I'm your personal speed kick
dealer.
Hey you, lay it down,
you'll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just
drop it, cuz I'm gone,
with this engine you just can't shut me down.
I won't give up
my 426 but a smaller one would do.
Gimme the 331or the late great 392.
Frank Bialk thanks
alot for designing my big crush.
Hitch a ride with a hemihead when you are in a rush.
Hell on wheels, I'm a fire breather.
And I'm your personal speed kick dealer.
Hey you, lay it down,
you'll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop
it, cuz I'm gone,
with this engine you just can't shut me down.
Yeah forget it, it's like I
said,
I'm in control cuz this one is methane fed.
And I'll rest, when I am dead,
no
wonder people call me hemihead. |
