He's the king of the Cobras, a pavemount hound He plays upon a waitress at the Space Lodge Lounge In walks "no shoes - no service" as the plates hit the ground Her two-week notice, just blew into town There goes a red-headed legend in a blue Chevrolet He cools the evening with a Blue Ribbon beer She's chewin' gum in his right ear Broke down in Bedrock Canyon, dropped the clutch and pressure plate You know the red-head took two quarts Now she's running great There goes a red-headed legend in a blue Chevrolet I went out on vacation, out on Interstate 10 The heat's gettin' to ya, so's the wife and kids He'll rise up out of the blacktop, like a pagan god And blow on by you like some mirage There goes a red-headed legend in a blue Chevrolet