In summer '63 I was staying alive hanging at the races hoping to drive When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars I couldnLt get a pass so I went to the bar I'm up in the corner nursing a beer who should come laughing and joking in here but Bobby Borwn the winer of the sports car race with some friends and a girl man she lit up the place Bobby was a wild boy one summer he knocked down a motel wall with a hammer He'd do anything one night for a bet he raced through the cornfields in a Corvette I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that with the beautiful girl and be king of the track But the truth is when all was said and done it was his Cobra I wanted the car was the one it was his Cobra I wanted the car was the one The car was the one the car was the one