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 couldn’t 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 Brown, the winner 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