I am a bright red Stingray From nineteen sixty eight I think I've got something here We can go fast or go slow I can't wait to see your face When you're behind the wheel Don't be nervous, don't be shy Why stand still if you can fly I know where you need to go Can't get there without me You can't make it all alone Why don't you turn the key Don't be nervous, don't be shy Why stand still if you can fly Let's go and tear up the road Why don't you drive me home