I guess I gotta problem - keep it jest ‘tween me and you,
I used ter have it only now and then.
But it’s been hap’nen lately way beyond a time or two,
Oh gosh I wish I wuz how I wuz when.
To look at me ya think I have no care.
But guys, it’s only seemin’, just beware.

I'm just a guy who cain't go slow,
Gas on the pedal seems great.
She’s puttin’ on a lovely show,
But I’m already out the gate.

When a feller tries to win a gal,
His machine should follow up with every whim.
But as I attempt to git in gear
My stick shift sorta leaves me on a limb.

I cain’t hold back the urge to blow.
Gal’s got no time to react.
Varoom, uh oh, I cain’t come back,
Blink and you’ve missed my whole act,
I cain't go slow.

How ya gonna cope when a gal looks dishevelly,
Revs up your Chevy, how ya gonna cope?
Sposin’ she says that your chassis is classy,
Or brassy or sassy, how ya gonna cope?
Let’s say you’re a thinkin’ ‘bout parkin’ and sparkin’
And your plugs gonna fire to the sky.
How do you handle when the ‘quipment wants to ramble -
Throttle and die?

I'm just a guy who cain't go slow,
Cain’t seem to brake it at all.
Cripes me to disengage my clutch,
Just when we’re havin’ a ball.

If at first I play the big honcho,
A-idlin’ with my purty words and jools,
Then I’ve overshot and off I go,
What good’s the game if you cain’t trust your tools?

How can I please my sweetie pie,
If she unhitches her belt,
With that ole glint in her eye,
I go kablooeee and melt,
I cain't go slow.