Sittin' on the line, tryin' to change her mind
Red light, yellow light, green light time
You're standin' on it, buddy
But she's chilly as a Tastee Freeze

Ease it over, son, I'll show you how she runs
Screamin' like a demon
When the quarter mile comes
Crankcase cookin', that's her manifold destiny

Now she might've run cold for you, she'll run a hot for me
She runs hot for me, she runs hot for me, she runs hot for me
Well now she might've run cold for you, she'll run a hot for me

She's got a fire in her veins that's high octane
When her heart starts pumpin' her cylinders are jumpin'
Then I give it to her slow
And she gives me back the low ET's

Burnin' down the line, ten seconds time
Half an hour later I can still accelerate her
'Til we're out of Hardin County
And in another galaxy

Well now she might've run cold for you
She'll run a hot for me
Runs hot, she runs hot
She runs hot for me, she runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
She runs hot for me
Well she might've run cold for you
She'll run a hot for me

Heard about a Crankcase cookin', that's her manifold destiny
She runs hot, hot, hot for me
She runs hot, hot, hot for me
Hot, hot for me
Hot, hot for me
Hot, hot for me