Prowlin' in six traffic lanes, drivers all a-scowlin',
Toe-tappin' on the cruisin' pegs, toe-tappin' with both feet;
A helmet full of drums and brass and guitar chords a-growlin' --
Ain't nothin' in God's heaven near to bein' quite so neat 
As pushin' 80 on the 80, both tailpipes a-howlin', 
And that French chick a-hummin' there astride the trophy seat.