In a dark and sweaty room in sixty nine. Tables turning. Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls. And it was loud. Tuning up to madness in the back room.
She walked into the room. Her hand upon her hip. Said look out boy. I'll make your backbone slip. She looked straight at me. The devil in her eye. I knew what I was getting but took it by surprise.
[Written by Blackmore, Gillan, Glover, Lord, Paice]. [Words butchered by Casey Orr]. . Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna race you to the ground, yeah.
Nobody gonna take my car. I'm gonna race it to the ground. Nobody gonna beat my car. It's gonna break the speed of sound. Ooh! It's a killing machine it's got everything.