The Archies:Ride, Ride, Ride

Well, it's a candy-apple honker with a cocoa-brown vinyl top (Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.) Power disk brakes, what it takes to make it stop (Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.) I put my friends in the backseat, me in the front seat, my baby at my side And we just ride, ride, ride Ride, ride Ride, ride Well, it's a hi-risin', hot cammed, gas-eatin' son-of-a-gun (Ride, ride. Ride, ride.) It's got a 4-11 rear and it's lightened by a half-a-ton (Ride, ride. Ride, ride.) It's got a human reaction, (Ooh, ooh) And positraction, (Ooh, ooh) Can't make it slide And we just ride, ride, ride Ride, ride Ride, ride (Ride, ride. Ride, ride. Ride, ride.) (Ride, ride. Ride, ride. Ride, ride.) Well, now the seats I'm told are leather and the steering wheel's made of wood (Ride, ride. Ride, ride.) You like to wanna fly, and you know, sometimes I think it could (Ride, ride. Ride, ride.) I got a new set of drag wheels, (Ooh, ooh.) You know they're mag wheels, (Ooh, ooh.) 11 inches wide And we just ride, ride, ride Ride, ride Ride, ride (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, ride, ride (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, ride, ride (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, ride, ride (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Ride, ride, ride