Switchblade 327 Lyrics - Singles - Brian Setzer

Ohh Switchblade 327 

Lit cigarette in his hand 

Steel toed boots on the accelerator 

Oil leakin' outta the pan 

Switchblade, three two barrels 

Gettin' there as fast as he can 

All juiced up like a hot carburetor 

Spittin' gas onto the fan 

Blacktop burnout, Saturday night 

Try to catch him if you can 

(Switchblade) 

327 

(Switchblade) 

Seven come eleven 

(Switchblade) 

Ahh he's all right 

When he gets drunk he fights all night 

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Switchblade 327 

Pullin' way ahead of the pack 

Chop top deuce, Saturday night 

Flames shootin' outta the back 

Switchblade, don't cut him off 

He won't cut you no slack 

He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town 

Carve out his name in your back 

Blacktop burnout, Saturday night 

Try to catch him if you can 

(Switchblade) 

327 

(Switchblade) 

Seven come eleven 

(Switchblade) 

Ahh he's all right 

When he gets drunk he fights all night 

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Ohh Switchblade 327 

Someone was callin' his name 

All he could hear was his engine 

And the sound of the pourin' down rain 

Switchblade 327 

Ran 125 down the lane 

Someone had cut both his fuel lines 

And the 32 burst into flames 

Blacktop burnout, Saturday night 

Try to catch him if you can 

(Switchblade) 

327 

(Switchblade) 

Seven come eleven 

(Switchblade) 

Ahh he's all right 

When he gets drunk he fights all night 

(Switchblade) 

327 

(Switchblade) 

Seven come eleven 

(Switchblade) 

Ahh he's all right 

When he gets drunk he fights all night 

When he gets drunk he fights all night 

When he gets drunk he fights all night