In summer sixty three I was staying alive

Hanging at the races, hoping to drive

When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars

I couldn't get a pass so I went to the bar I'm up in the corner nursing a beer

Who should come laughing and joking in here

But Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race

With some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place Bobby was a wild boy, one summer

He knocked down a motel wall with a hammer

He'd do anything, one night for a bet

He raced through the cornfields in a Corvette I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that

With the beautiful girl and be king of the track

But the truth is when all was said and done

It was his Cobra I wanted, the car was the one

It was his Cobra I wanted, the car was the one The car was the one

The car was the one