Slow Rollin'

Black El Camino on a Saturday night. Cooler in the back with a case of Coors Light. Windows cracked, little smoke creeping out. Yeah, that's how we do it down South. Slow rolling, taking our sweet time. Twenty miles an hour feels just right. Slow rolling, easy spinning them tires. So everybody sees us when we go by. Betty on the radio, Jesus on the dash. Boot barely kissing the gas. Slow rolling. Ooh, Ooh. Easing to the Sonic for a cup of good Ice. Top it off with some Crown and a Pinch of Sprite. Little hottie on roller skates Giving me the eyes. Bumping Foghat, slow ride. Slow rolling, taking our sweet time. Twenty miles an hour feels just right. Slow rolling, easy spinning them tires. So everybody sees us when we go by. Betty on the radio, Jesus on the dash. Boot barely kissing the gas. Slow rolling. Ooh, ooh. Slow rolling, taking our sweet time. Twenty miles an hour feels just right. Slow rolling, easy spinning them tires. So everybody sees when we go by. Betty on the radio, Jesus on the dash. Boot barely kissing the gas. Slow rolling. Ooh, ooh.