Well if you ever go down to where the big cars go. Well you can ask anybody cause they all know. That there's one wild woodie that's really mean. She's a roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine. She's big big she's bad bad my woodie. She's a full out scavenger with racin' slicks. And when I'm lightin' the skins I really get my kicks. Uh well she's chopped and a'channeled and she's stroked and bored. A big rubber daddy with a four on the floor. She's big big she's bad bad my woodie. A roller cam huffer blown fuelie machine. That really wails comin' out of the gate. I can hit second gear while you're still layin' rubber. And buddy by that time it's too late. So you better think twice cause your wastin' my time. When you come around messin' with that woodie of mine. Cause she'll walk right over those bennie soups. The Stingrays Caddies and the little deuce coupes. She's big big bad bad my woodie. She's big big bad bad my woodie. She's big big bad bad my woodie. She's big big bad bad my woodie