Drivin’ these tracks in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate lordy here she comes
With a trailer full of race fuel and a big jug RBF600
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up a throttle and stir a no dust
Just look at her face she ain’t a foolin’ me
She thinks my BRZ’s sexy
It really turns her on
She’s always starin’ at me
While I’m chuggin’ along
She likes the way it’s pullin’ while we’re tearin’ up the track
She’s even kind of crazy ‘bout my track day tan
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my BRZ’s sexy
We drive back and forth ‘til we run out of light
Take it to the pits put it up for the night
Climb up in the tent and talk with IMSA radio on
She said she’s got a dream and I asked what it is
She wants a little track and a yard full of rusty heaps
One more teeny weeny ride before I take her home
She thinks my BRZ’s sexy
It really turns her on
She’s always starin’ at me
While I’m chuggin’ along
She likes the way it’s pullin’ while we’re tearin’ up the track
She’s even kind of crazy ‘bout my track day tan
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my BRZ’s sexy
Well she ain’t into Miatas or Z’s
But if it runs like a FA20 man her eyes light up
She thinks my BRZ’s sexy
It really turns her on
She’s always starin’ at me
While I’m chuggin’ along
She likes the way it’s pullin’ while we’re tearin’ up the track
She’s even kind of crazy ‘bout my track day tan
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my BRZ’s sexy