Better beware 'cause 
I'm back in town 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
Beware of what, well 
I don't know 
I'm all shook up and ready to go 
Rag-top, rag-top, what'll 
I do Pop in miles, and '
Kind of Blue' 
Been out chasing that long white line 
Rolling down the mountsin on 
Highway 9 
Out in the wide world running around 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
Rag-top down 
Set them up ladies, 
I'm coming to town 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
All the ladies flash a smile or two 
Relax sweet mama, that's all they do 
Rag-top, rag-top, 
Highway 9 
Santa Cruz to the county line 
Hit San Jose with a twist of time 
Wind in my hair, heart full of crime 
Out in the wide world running around 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
Rag-top down 
San Jose is a low-rider town 
No place to ride with the rag-top down 
Kick the engine into cruise control 
Rolling up the ramp to 
San Francisco 101 is the road to ride 
Run out of gas and pull to the side 
Stick out my thumb but no one stops 
Keeping an eye peeled for the cops 
Out in the wide world running around 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
Rag-top down 
Few minor warrants, nothing large 
Enough to pull me in on charges 
Redwood City, shoulder my pack 
Siphon some gas, take a taxi back 
Rag-top, rag-top, what'll 
I do Baby 
I'm so in love with you 
Say you'll take me back some time 
I'll head back home up 
Highway 9 
Out in the wide world running around 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
Rag-top down 
San Fancisco is the type of town 
To drive my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
I cruise around until it's dark 
Still can't find no plae to park 
Rag-top, rag-top, what'll 
I do Turn my ass round home to you 
Beg your pardo on bended knees 
Take the pledge, hand over my keys 
Out in the wide world running around 
Driving my 
Chevvy with the rag-top down 
Rag-top down 
Driving my 
Chavvy Driving my 
Chevvy Driving my 
Chevvy With the rag-top down