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Classic Muscle Car History
Muscle Car Songs
It seems from the very beginning that muscle cars and music were tied together. An
entire generation grew up with rock and roll on the radio, and a hot car in the
driveway. For the first time, a hit song could help sell cars in the dealership and
some manufacturers actually supported musicians that sang about their products.
Here are just a few of the songs that helped define and popularize the
muscle car.
"409" by The Beach Boys
"Little Deuce Coupe" by The Beach Boys
"Shut Down" by The Beach Boys
"The Little Old Lady From Pasadena" by Jan and Dean
"Dead Man's Curve" by Jan and Dean
"GTO" by Ronny and the Daytonas
"Hey Little Cobra" by The Rip Chords
"409"
by The Beach Boys
The B-Side to the sucessful Surfin' Safari single, this song immortalized the
Chevy 409 engine and is one of the most famous muscle car songs. The 409 engine
became the hottest thing on the street, and the rest is history.
She's real fine my 409
She's real fine my 409
My 409
Well I saved my pennies and I saved my dimes
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
For I knew there would be a time
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
When I would buy a brand new 409
(409, 409)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40...
Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
409 ooooo
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up oooo)
(Giddy up giddy up)
When I take her to the track she really shines
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
She always turns in the fastest times
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
My four speed dual quad posi-traction 409
(409, 409, 409, 409)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 409
(Giddy up giddy up 409)
Giddy up 40...
Nothing can catch her
Nothing can touch my 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)
Giddy up 409
(409 409 409 409)
"Little Deuce Coupe"
by The Beach Boys
(Brian Wilson/Roger Christian)
A classic song about a 1932 Ford Coupe, the classic hot rod of the sixties.
Little deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got
Little deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got
Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down
But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he don't even try
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar
And if that aint enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy
And comin' off the line when the light turns green
Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
"Shut Down"
by The Beach Boys
(Brian Wilson/Roger Christian)
A classic song about drag racing.
Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
It happened on the strip where the road is wide
(Oooo rev it up now)
Two cool shorts standin' side by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
(Oooo rev it up now)
Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
(Oooo movin' out now)
At the count of one we both accelerate
(Oooo movin' out now)
My Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin
(Oooo movin' out now)
But the four-thirteen's really diggin' in
(Oooo movin' out now)
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Superstock Dodge is windin' out in low
But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machines too much
Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
(Oooo pump it up now)
And now the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink
(Oooo pump it up now)
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood
(Oooo pump it up now)
I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood
(Oooo pump it up now)
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
"The Little Old Lady From Pasadena"
by Jan and Dean
(Christian/Altfeld)
Jan and Dean sang this classic single about a new red Super Stock Dodge that
terrorized the streets of Pasadena, California.
Intro:
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Verse 1:
The little old lady from Pasadena
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
But parked in a rickety old garage
Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge
Chorus:
And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Verse 2:
If you see her on the street don't try to choose her
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator
Chorus:
And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Verse 3 [first two lines instrumental]:
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
(Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go)
The guys come to race her for miles around
But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down
Chorus:
And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
(She drives real fast and she drives real hard)
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Coda [repeat to fade]:
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
You can check out the official website for "The Little Old Lady From Pasadena" by clicking
here.
"Dead Man's Curve"
by Jan and Dean
(Christian/Berry/Kornfeld/Wilson)
Jan and Dean sang this song about a Corvette and a Jaguar facing off with dire
results at Dead Man's Curve. Ironically, Jan would be severely injured in an
automobile accident in 1966 at a similar curve.
Verse 1:
I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
When an XKE pulled up on the right
And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
And challenged me then and there to a drag
I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way
To Dead Man's Curve"
Chorus:
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
Verse 2:
The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead Man's Curve
Partial chorus:
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve
Dramatic interlude:
Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
[repeat chorus to fade]
"GTO"
by Ronny and the Daytonas
(John Wilkin)
The song that helped fuel the GTO craze.
Verse 1:
Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine
Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389
Listen to her tackin' up now, listen to her whi-i-ine
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, GTO
CHORUS:
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(yeah yeah, little GTO)
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(yeah yeah, little GTO)
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(ah, little G-T- O)
Verse 2:
You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile
This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style
She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em wi-i-ild
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out, GTO
CHORUS:
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(yeah yeah, little GTO)
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(yeah yeah, little GTO)
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(ah, little G-T- O)
(instrumental, in pattern of verses)
Gonna save all my money and buy a GTO
Get a helmet and a roll bar and I'll be ready to go
Take it out to Pomona and let 'em know
That I'm the coolest thing around
Little buddy, gonna shut you down
When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
(repeat and fade):
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(yeah yeah, little GTO)
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(yeah yeah, little GTO)
Wo wo, wo wo wo wo wo
(ah, little G-T- O)
"Hey Little Cobra"
by The Rip Chords
A song about the Shelby Cobra
Hey, Little Cobra, don't you know
you're gonna to shut 'em down
I took my Cobra down to the track,
hitched to the back of my Cadillac,
Everyone was there just a waiting for me
There were plenty of Stingrays and XKEs,
Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike
Spring Little Cobra with all your might
Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike
Spring Little Cobra with all your might
Hey, Little Cobra, don't you know
you are going to shut them down
When the flag went down, you could hear rubber burn,
The Stingray pulled me going into the turn
I hung a big shift, and I got into high,
When I when I flew by the Stingray, I waved bye bye.
Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike
Spring Little Cobra with all your might
Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike
Spring Little Cobra with all your might
Hey, Little Cobra, Don't you know
you are going to shut 'em down
Around the turn into the straight away
I was blowing off everything that got in my way,
Stingrays and Jags were so far behind
I took my Cobra out of gear and let it coast to the line.
Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike
Spring Little Cobra with all your might
Spring little Cobra getting ready to strike
Spring Little Cobra with all your might
Hey, Little Cobra, Don't you know
you are going to shut 'em down
Shut'em down, shut'em down, shut'em down...
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