He's never afraid to fly through a toll booth, no stopping, he just smiles, waves his hand, He must have 200 speedy tickets and then some, Once in a while he'll show in court, but when some, he'll lose some, Oh, smiles from the 70's, that doesn't faze him, Jim just keeps rolling, keeps moving, amazing, But high or low, near or far, I'm the coolest cat in this car, Now in the middle, Dixie May, man, she's some fixture, She smells like honeysuckle, pretty as a picture, She got turquoise eyes, and with just one wink, A man'll lose his mind, unable to think, And did I mention the perfection of her fine frame, Why, she can put the knock out, it's mama's shame, But don't take my word for it, if you're not believing, Ask her for her ex-husband's ears, And point it at grieving, High or low, near or far, I'm the coolest cat in this car, Man, would you cut that heat back, give me some air, On the right there's Red, with his slick back hair, Tips the scaler 300 in his underwear, This man can eat, I've seen what he can do, Just for breakfast, a half dozen eggs, barbecue ribs, flapjacks, home fries, grits, toast, muffins, and a six pack of brew, In the trunk by the spare, there's a case of Pepto-Bismol, He has us pull over, if he starts feeling dismal, It's a good thing the shots in the front are new, When you got Big Red Rod and shotgun with you, But high or low, near or far, I'm the coolest cat in this car, It's not cause I got a bundle of cash, A cellular phone on my own private stash, It's not cause I got a full stock bun, A color TV or a VCR, It's not cause I got these blues CDs, It's not because of any of these, No, I'm the coolest cat in this car, Like I said, It's cause I got four tickets to see Blues Time, In the town up ahead,