Lyrics
There's a car,
Drives through Thousand Trails,
And it makes,
The guard dogs hide their tails.
It's one big noise,
That never fails,
To rock you out of bed.
All the Mustangs,
Made in '66,
Crossed the Country,
Where you get your kicks,
And woke up all.
The sleepy hicks,
Which caused their nerves to fray.
The neighbors say Randy!
That's a Mustang,
What a loud sound that it makes,
It can use,
A couple of mufflers,
And some brakes!
Randy, drives right past a train,
His engine's louder,
It's just so insane,
You'll hear him rumble,
Back home again,
Unless his gasket's blown.
He drives,
Really nice & slow,
So you feel,
The distant thunder grow,
And sometimes has to call a tow,
If that dumb gasket blows.
The neighbors say Randy!
That's a Mustang,
What a loud sound that it makes,
It can shake,
The devil on a bad day,
Goodness sakes!
Yeah, Randy was the schoolgirl's ride,
When he drove his Daughter, Stef'nie,
You could feel vibrations far & wide,
It really was quite deafening,
But his old muffler never worked,
So he used a coffee can,
And you would hear it roar,
Throughout the land!
Each morning,
When you're sound asleep,
Randy turns his ignition key,
And makes all the coyotes flee,
It happens every day.
It happens with Randy!
And his Mustang,
What a loud sound that it makes,
It can shake,
The devil on a bad day,
Goodness sakes!
Yeah, Randy!
That's a Mustang,
What a loud sound that it makes,
It can shake,
The devil on a bad day,
Goodness sakes!
Yeah, Houston,
We have ignition,
What a big noise there will be,
You will hear it,
All the way to,
Tennessee.
