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Spit curl down his forehead Talking 'bout how Yes it's understood It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain Sitting here underneath the hood Tamping down a Camel on a zippo with a grin Maybe wider than a country mile A Corsicana cool hand is taking us to school man Burnin' up the road style 56 Fury Built for comfort, built for speed 56 Fury Long about every last thing you need 56 Fury Hair stacked up and twisted Like some beehive made in France Seven double shots of spray net Down for nothing left to chance "Yeah so here's what's real," cried sweet Lucille "They're ain't no other boy I know Who can even dare to hold a candle to that hot rod Romeo" 56 Fury High performance, built for fun 56 Fury Letras de cancionesLord have mercy, watch her, look at her run 56 Fury Two-door hard-top coupe so sleek and sexy Make a grown man moan A jet white streak of lightning Destination long since gone Back off V8 Ford, back off Chevrolet Pontiac and Cadillac ain't even fit for hauling hay 56 Fury Bound for glory, seconds flat 56 Fury Somebody tell me maybe what was that That was a 56 Fury Finest car on the road From Letras Mania