(You Can’t Take) My Boyfriend’s Woody

[Verse 1]
Every Sunday morning, my boyfriend takes me driving
Out in his Woody on the freeway
He's got a duel-gated gear and slits in the rear
Take the 427 any day

[Chorus]
Oh no, you can't take my boyfriend's Woody
He can't even keep it locked in first
It don't look like much, but when he pops that clutch
He'll make you think you're in reverse

[Verse 2]
He takes me to the place where the guys go to race
Everybody thinks the car is boss
Yeah, all the guys are braggin' but when it comes to draggin'
All they see is my boyfriend's exhaust

[Chorus]
Oh no, you can't take my boyfriend's Woody
He can't even keep it locked in first
It don't look like much, but when he pops that clutch
He'll make you think you're in reverse

[Verse 3]
So if you take my advice, yeah, you're gonna think twice
When my boyfriend pulls up next to you
'Cause I remember the day when he took a Stingray
And he dusted off a Bonny too

[Chorus]
Oh no, you can't take my boyfriend's Woody
He can't even keep it locked in first
It don't look like much, but when he pops that clutch
He'll make you think you're in reverse

[Chorus]
Oh no, you can't take my boyfriend's Woody
He can't even keep it locked in first
It don't look like much, but when he pops that clutch
He'll make you think you're in reverse