Hey little Cobra,
don't cha know you're gonna shut em down

I took my Cobra down to the track,
hitched to the back of my Cadillac.
Everyone was there just a waitin for me,
there were plenty of Sintray's and XKE's.

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(shut em down)
Spring little Cobra, gettin ready to strike.
(shut em down)
Spring little Cobra, with all your might.
(shut em down)
Spring little Cobra, gettin ready to strike.
(shut em down)
Spring little Cobra, with all your might.
Hey little Cobra don't cha know you're gonna shut em down.

When the flag went down you could hear rubber burn.
The Stingray had me goin into the turn.
I hung a big shift and I got into high.
And when I flew by the Stingray I waved bye bye.

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Around the far turn in the straightaway.
I was blowin off everything that got in my way.
The Stingray's and Jag's were so far behind,
I took my Cobra out of gear and let it coast to the line.

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