Sleeper

They didn’t turn any heads out on Main Street
The first night he drove her home
She was a faded green Pontiac wagon
With rust, dents, and pitted chrome

Her four-hundred-fifty-five cubic inch engine
Had caught his imagination
When he got home he climbed right under the hood
And replaced her carburetion

After some time she was quick off the line
But he still worked to go faster
While her bodywork and paint
Remained a disaster

Chorus:
She’s a sleeper – look past the cover, judge the book
When you’re a sleeper, it’s what you do, not how you look

He cut down weight and rebuilt her engine
Made improvements all the time
New chrome and paint wouldn’t make her go faster
So they never crossed his mind

Beneath the street lamps and boulevard neon
Prowling strips of the nearby towns
His stoplight challenges might produce laughter
surprise as he’d shut them down

Again and again, they’d win and they’d win
But he still worked to go faster
While her bodywork and paint
Remained a disaster

Chorus (x2)

She’s a sleeper – he’s a sleeper
Who’s a sleeper? Beware the sleeper, yeah yeah

Words and music by Scott Yoho ©2016 Auto Order Music (BMI)


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