Lyrics
BPM=123 Words & Music: W. Jay Banwell 11APR20
Red Bel Air
1st Verse
She’s cherry red; powered by a 283
I trimmed her gold; my shifter is a three in the tree
(There’s) Not a ride in town that can keep up with me
I beat (the) Shelbies, 300s and neighbor’s Grand Prix
Tell me why it is that you swear
at my Red Bel Air
2nd Verse
I see Connie; catch her dating my best friend
I punch the gas; take off to the top of the bend
She asked me for a lift at a quarter til 10
I spin my wheels and tell her not to ring (call) me again
Tell me why it is that you care
for my Red Bel Air
I don’t see a reason to share
my Red Bel Air
Solo-Instrumental
3rd Verse
Falcon Eddie; notice him looking my way
Bagging groceries; the checker and I hear him say
I used to race your Bel Air back in the day
All that ended when I rear-ended the local DA
Now I know the reason you stare
at my Red Bel Air
There is not a rod that compares
to my Red Bel Air
I think I’ll be running for mayor
in my Red Bel Air
My Red Bel Air