| Song | Muscle Car |
| Artist | Paul Gilbert |
| Album | Burning Organ |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gilbert | |
| She don't care if I'm fat | |
| She don't care if I'm thin | |
| She don't care 'bout no band | |
| That I used to be in | |
| And when we're alone | |
| I never get very far | |
| She justs wants to ride in my muscle car | |
| It's a red GTA | |
| With two white stripes | |
| Carbon monoxide | |
| Comin' out of it's pipes | |
| To her it's the taste | |
| Of fine caviar | |
| She just wants to ride in my muscle car | |
| When I rev up the engine | |
| She crosses her legs | |
| And a glazed expression | |
| Comes over her face | |
| She feels the vibration | |
| And moans "Oh my God" | |
| Yeah | |
| She wants | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| Allright | |
| Allright | |
| Yeah | |
| Burn it out know |
| zuo ci : Gilbert | |
| She don' t care if I' m fat | |
| She don' t care if I' m thin | |
| She don' t care ' bout no band | |
| That I used to be in | |
| And when we' re alone | |
| I never get very far | |
| She justs wants to ride in my muscle car | |
| It' s a red GTA | |
| With two white stripes | |
| Carbon monoxide | |
| Comin' out of it' s pipes | |
| To her it' s the taste | |
| Of fine caviar | |
| She just wants to ride in my muscle car | |
| When I rev up the engine | |
| She crosses her legs | |
| And a glazed expression | |
| Comes over her face | |
| She feels the vibration | |
| And moans " Oh my God" | |
| Yeah | |
| She wants | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| Allright | |
| Allright | |
| Yeah | |
| Burn it out know |
| zuò cí : Gilbert | |
| She don' t care if I' m fat | |
| She don' t care if I' m thin | |
| She don' t care ' bout no band | |
| That I used to be in | |
| And when we' re alone | |
| I never get very far | |
| She justs wants to ride in my muscle car | |
| It' s a red GTA | |
| With two white stripes | |
| Carbon monoxide | |
| Comin' out of it' s pipes | |
| To her it' s the taste | |
| Of fine caviar | |
| She just wants to ride in my muscle car | |
| When I rev up the engine | |
| She crosses her legs | |
| And a glazed expression | |
| Comes over her face | |
| She feels the vibration | |
| And moans " Oh my God" | |
| Yeah | |
| She wants | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| My, my muscle car | |
| Allright | |
| Allright | |
| Yeah | |
| Burn it out know |