442

I was working the swing shift down at the mill

After a long hard night need some time to chill

Down at the bar where the beer is cold

And the crowd is loud and the girls are bold

Boys will be boys when it comes to cars

And you know sometimes they don't act too smart

Pretty soon the roads on fire

With the smoking and squealing of spinning tires

Big wide tires, she's baby blue, lightning fast my 442

Johnny Malone you know he's got cajones

In a jacked up Fairlane with a lot of ponies