Ridin in my ragtop with the roof tore down

Ridin in my ragtop with the roof tore down Cruising down the black top with the sun all around Flying down the highway to no special place Driving around all day with the wind in my face Got the seat laid back with a brew in my hand Radio, cranked up to my favorite band Subs are pumping to the lows of the beat You can feel it, thumping in the back of the seat I’m in motion Local motion All the girls waiting as I breeze on by All the guys wishing that they had my ride Don’t know when I’ll get there or where it’s going to be Not much in a hurry the ride is the key I’m in motion Local motion