Pop, Not Soda!

Intro

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Rev it up, let the motor run

Verse 1

There’s a glow in the shop when the sun goes down A busted Benz sitting on the edge of town Dust on the fenders, mess under the hood Will she turn over, or is she gone for good? Battery’s dead, but the dream’s still hot Alex swaps a known-good from the shop Grease on his hands, grin on his face Gearhead magic on a high-mile case

Pre-Chorus

So hit those shop lights, climb inside We’re chasing redlines through the night Turn that key, let the sparks go wild One more rescue, one more ride

Chorus

It’s pop, not soda, let the motor run Legit Street rolling underneath the sun Auction-block sleepers, no-start gold Broke-down barn finds getting back on the road Pop, not soda, Chicago wind If it don’t start once, we’ll try again From the shop lights out to the open road We’re cruising under boost where the fast cars go

Verse 2

They said blown engine, they said walk away But the scanner lit up like Christmas Day A sensor here and a vacuum line there Now she’s barking fire through the midnight air Legit Street Quarters, lift in the sky Firebird singing like it wants to fly LS-1 with a supercharged scream Every rusty rescue lives to dream

Pre-Chorus

Turn the key, hear the truth unfold Sometimes junkyard steel’s got a heart of gold Cold pop waiting by the garage door The gremlin’s found and she’s running once more

Chorus

It’s pop, not soda, let the motor run Legit Street rolling underneath the sun Auction-block sleepers, no-start gold Broke-down barn finds getting back on the road Pop, not soda, Chicago wind If it don’t start once, we’ll try again From the shop lights out to the open road We’re cruising under boost where the fast cars go

Bridge

No-start nightmare, he rolls the dice Pinch welds solid, got that look in his eyes Penlight shining where the secrets hide One new part and she comes alive That LS roaring like it’s ready for war Turbo’s whining and she’s begging for more LSC family, raise your hands For every lost car getting one more chance

Guitar Solo

Roll on, roll on, through the night Headlights burning, gauges bright Roll on, roll on, hear that sound Another dead car coming back around

Final Chorus

It’s pop, not soda, let the motor run Legit Street rolling underneath the sun Auction-block sleepers, no-start gold Broke-down barn finds getting back on the road Pop, not soda, Chicago wind If it don’t start once, we’ll try again From the shop lights out to the open road We’re cruising under boost where the fast cars go

Outro

So sit back, relax, let the highway sing tires droning and the turbo spooling Alex in the garage, chasing one more score A knuckle-busting fix and she rides once more Pop, not soda Let the motor run Pop, not soda Underneath the sun