wray's corvette -

Cool clear morning about a quarter past nine

Missed the alarm for the hundredth time

'Cause I didn’t get home till three last night

And the telephone rings, it’s Wray on the line

He says he’s coming on by, he’ll be here by ten

Got to get myself moving to be ready by then

I hope the boss don’t call, 'cause I got to skip work

What can you do, there’s no place on earth like

Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

How I wish it was mine

67 String Ray, four on the floor

Turbine wheels and a three fifty horse

Goodwood green with a saddle inside

Rag top down, it’s a real ride

She’ll do a hundred in the blink of an eye

Side pipes humming, ready to fly

Whenever I hear the sound of his horn

I hop right in, don’t care where we’re going in

Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

How I wish it was mine

I’ve got an 89 Chevy and it’s about dead

But the bills keep coming and I can’t get ahead

One of these days I think i’m gonna explode

Gonna blow this town, gonna hit the road in

Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

How I wish it was mine

Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

How I wish it was mine

Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

Cruising in Wray’s corvette

How I wish it was mine