Rag Top Down

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