A-cruisin' down the highway, goin' as fast as I could
My tyres a screamin', smokes from under my hood
I rounded a bend, I said there it is again
Do you dig it? They call it red, well it's red
Red-red-red, oh red, red, red-red, cruel red

A top down buggy don't get much to the mile
But when I do my cruisin' Lord I'm ridin' trial
Near the local hang-out, to turn the cats' head
Do you dig it? They call it red, well it's red
Red-red-red, oh red, red, red-red, cruel red

In sight a bridal baby done to the T
The way-way it happened it's cool for me
My hi-fi goin', got my top rolled down
Got me labelled as the cat of the town
'Cause it's red
Red-red-red, oh red, red, cruel-cruel red

I gotta get her goin', Lord it's time to roll
Sittin' too long and my hands are gettin' cold
Hot rod engine right by my side...
Her hair is red, and it's red
Red-red-red, oh red, red, red-red, cruel red

Cruel-cruel red, cruel-cruel red
Cruel-cruel red, cruel-cruel red
Well, it's red, red-red-red cruel red

Cruel-cruel red, cruel-cruel red
Cruel-cruel red, cruel-cruel red
Well, it's red, red-red-red cruel red