One night we were a cruisin alone in Lygon St
Looking for a woman or some takeaway fries to eat
Spied a single girl and screamed "Hey you wanna good time"
She just turned and walked away and we couldn't believe our luck
So we drove up right behind her
And made the tires squeal
Nothing turns a woman on like a fast guy at the wheel
Followed her for seven blocks and let the engine gun
We could tell she liked us by the way she tried to run
We're slow drivin, loud talkin, petrol headed Carlton Cowboys
We only look at life through a tinted windscreen
We're rootin and tootin primarilly the latter
And calling out "theres one now boys"
We don't care where were goin and we dont know where we've been
Cos' the fluffy dice dont let you see much in between
Let me tell you bout our car
Well you should hear her roar
She's got sheepskin on the muffler
And shagpile on the floor
And stickers on the window
On the big pulsating.. radio
So we can impress each other evey place we go
But a man cant drive alone for life
He needs to find a wife
Someone to sit beside him in the pa**enger seat of life
I wanna girl just like my car, to be a friend of mine
And when I need use her she'll turn over everytime
We're fast drinking, non thinking, petrol headed Double Yellow Line Boys
We'll keep cruising round untill we all have died
With CB antenna's
About a half a dozen
We're looking like a porcupine, boys
But you will know the difference if we offer you a ride
Cos' the porcupine never has the pricks on the inside