Fat Back Tires

(You got an) AMX flopper painted black
The flames on the sides go halfway back
(You got a) scoop on the bonnet So she can breath
And twin exhaust pipes down underneath

But you need fat back tires
to really lay the rubber down

You got a blown Hemi V8 so big it’s obscene
And four-barrel Webers feed it gasoline
There’s a snarling menace in its beat
You feel the blacktop rumble under your feet

But you need fat back tires
To really lay the rubber down

(You) put on your helmet and head for the strip
You warm up the engine and tighten your grip

You dip in the bleach box for the burnout
You light up your tree and prepare for your bout

You need fat back tires
To really lay the rubber down

Fat back tires
to really lay the rubber down

You need fat back tires
to really lay the rubber down

(c) Panu Matilainen 2019