Mopar Or No Car (1964)

Verse 1

Well, I walked into the showroom today,

Glancin' at the window stickers, puttin' on a show.

The salesman grabbed a clipboard and said, "What's your speed today?

We can build a monster, track or highway, either way."

I looked past the Satellites, ignored the family wagon,

I had a date with destiny and a heavy-handed plan.

Give me a pencil, buddy, let’s check the option sheet,

We’re gonna build a legend that’ll terrorize the street.

Chorus

Sign on the dotted line, tick the box for code E86,

Mopar’s in the kitchen, mixing up the magic tricks.

Is it a Challenger, a Charger, or a Super Bee?

Whatever shape it takes, it’s gonna set my spirit free.

Four-barrel carburetor and a pistol-grip shifter in my hand,

I'm draftin' up the meanest muscle machine in the land.

Verse 2

"Paint it High Impact," I told him with a grin,

"Plum Crazy, Top Banana, or that bold SubLime green.

Throw the black vinyl on the roof to break it up,

And a shaker on the hood to fill the options out."

He asked about the rear end, I said, "You know the drill,

Give me that Sure-Grip, buddy, 'cause I’m drivin' for the thrill.

Heavy-duty torsion bars, delete the radio,

I only need the engine singin' everywhere I go."

Chorus

Sign on the dotted line, tick the box for code E86,

Mopar’s in the kitchen, mixin' up the magic tricks.

Is it a Challenger, a Charger, or a Super Bee?

Whatever shape it takes, it’s gonna set my spirit free.

Four-barrel carburetor and a pistol-grip shifter in my hand,

I'm draftin' up the meanest muscle machine in the land.

Bridge

He looked at my checkboxes, raised an eyebrow high,

"Son, a four-forty Magnum is gonna make the asphalt cry.

Are you sure you want the Dana 60 holding up the rear?"

I said, "Man, I want the local cops to shake with fear.

Just stamp the VIN number and send it down the line in Detroit,

'cause in six to eight weeks, that tire-fryer’s mine."

Guitar Solo

Verse 3

Now the paperwork is done, the deposit’s on the floor,

I’m walkin' out the dealership and dreamin' through the door.

Of hidden headlights gleamin' bright, or a split front grille that looks oh-so good,

The rumble of the dual exhaust echoin' on the hill.

A time capsule of iron, a monument of speed,

Exactly what a restless, heavy-footed boy would need.

Final Chorus

Sign on the dotted line, tick the box for code E86,

Mopar’s in the kitchen, mixin' up the magic tricks.

Is it a Challenger, a Charger, or a Super Bee?

Whatever shape it takes, it’s gonna set my spirit free.

Four-barrel carburetor and a pistol-grip shifter in my hand,

I'm draftin' up the meanest muscle machine in the land.

Instrumental Outro