Well, cruisin' down the road in my Chevy Corvair
I got the windows rolled down the winds blowin' through my hair
Well they say she's unsafe at any speed
But she always seems to get me to where I need
Yeah the people say I'm crazy but I just don't care
I'm cruisin' in my Chevy Corvair

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Well my Dad had one when I was growin' up
It had the Spyder turbo engine it was all souped up
Shiny red with a convertable top
You'd think the thunder be rollin' that was just my Pop, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Well my tires ain't the best so I carry a jack
It has to ride up front cuz' the engine's in back
Got a big beer cooler right next to me
But if you want to come along she'll still ride three
And you can tell Ralph Nader I damn near made 'er
I'm cruisin' in my Chevy Corvair

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Well my Corvair's white and it's got four doors
And it was made in America in '64
Well it shakes a little but it's not too bad
And now I got me a car like Dad's
Well the people say we're crazy but we just don't care
We're cruisin' in our Chevy Corvairs
And you can tell Ralph Nader that we damn near made 'er
We're cruisin' in our Chevy Corvairs