Bought my first set when I turned twenty
Second hand…I still paid plenty
Rear tires cost me six months overtime.
Red Camaro with a racing shifter
Competition cams and custom lifters
Disc brakes that’d stop you…on a dime.

American wheels…American wheels
Put the pedal to the metal
And you know how giddyup feels
Pop that clutch… the rubber squeals
You haven’t lived ‘til
You’ve ridden on American wheels…

Met my lady at a weekend rally
All the guys called her Mustang Sally
She drove a Shelby circa 1965.
Miniskirt showed her finest features
She winked at me and got me off the bleachers
Flamin’ Auburn hair… and brother could she drive…

American wheels…American wheels
Put the pedal to the metal
And you know how giddyup feels
Pop that clutch… the rubber squeals
You haven’t lived ‘til
You’ve ridden on American wheels…

We’re still together and we feel the hunger
We’ll be drivin’ ‘til we’re six feet under
We love… Detroit automobiles… real automobiles…

American wheels…American wheels
Put the pedal to the metal
And you know how giddyup feels
Pop that clutch… the rubber squeals
You haven’t lived ‘til
You’ve ridden on American…
Never catch me riding any other ones
You haven’t lived ‘til you’ve ridden on American wheels
American Wheels…