Switchblade 327   Lit cigarette in his hand   Steel-toed boots on the accelerator   Oil leakin' outta the pan      Switchblade, three two-barrels   Gettin' there as fast as he can   All juiced up like a hot carburetor   Spittin' gas onto the fan      Blacktop burnout, Saturday night   Try to catch him if you can      Switchblade 327   Switchblade, seven come eleven   Switchblade, he's all right   When he gets drunk he fights all night      Switchblade 327   Pullin' way ahead of the pack   Chop top deuce, Saturday night      Flames shootin' outta the back      Switchblade, don't cut him off   He won't cut you no slack   He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town   He'll carve his name in your back      Blacktop burnout, Saturday night   Try to catch him if you can      Switchblade 327   Switchblade, seven come eleven   Switchblade, he's all right   When he gets drunk he fights all night      Switchblade 327   Someone was calling his name   All he could hear was his engine   And the sound of the pouring down rain      Switchblade 327   Ran 125 down the lane   But someone had cut both his fuel lines   And the '32 burst into flames      Blacktop burnout, Saturday night   Try to catch him if you can      Switchblade 327   Switchblade, seven come eleven   Switchblade, he's all right   When he gets drunk he fights all night (repeat)