It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It feels good
Born a bastard child
Nobody knows whose son
On the old Chisholm Trail
And he continues to run
She's a '32 Ford
Chopped five-window coupe
Chevrolet mill really
Really stirs the soup
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It feels good
When everyone said early on
They had lost the fight
Deep down inside they knew
Knew they had the might
Like Harold Dawson, Mouser King
Too many more to say
Wide whitewall wheels gonna
Gonna blow you away
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It feels good
Feels good! Go!
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It feels good
When we fire that motor
It goes rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Like a Texas guitar slinger
Or a snare drum that is phat
It is gray and it's red
In memory of the dead
Her builder Treadmill Vern
Is sick in the head
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble
Texas rock-a-billy rebel
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It goes real fast but it sure feels good
It feels good
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