Finhead Man

Well I got my first Mopar, when I was three,
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Cruised all over town, and thought twice before
I cruised around town with the girl next door
She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand,
There's just something women like about a Finhead Man

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred dollars
My first car was a Finned Mopar
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and got in the car, and said
"I never knew you were a finhead Man!"

You can set my Imperial on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got eight foot fins, Keeps my car goin' straight
You know if it weren't for fins, we wouldn't have airplanes
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Finhead Man

Most Friday nights, I can be found
On the decklid of my Mopar on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a dome light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,
'Cause there's just something women like about a finhead Man

You can set my Imperial on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got eight foot fins, keep my car goin' straight
You know if it weren't for fins, we wouldn't have airplanes
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Finhead Man

A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

You can set my Imperial on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got eight foot fins, keeps my car goin' straight
You know if it weren't for fins, we wouldn't have airplanes
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Finhead Man

Yeah, there's something women like about a Finhead Man.