Story Behind The Song
I had a muscle car once and it was a blast.
Who doesn't want to drive fast, have a hot chick and lots of money? And who gets that? NASCAR drivers.
Song Description
A young guy, spends a lot time in a garage building a fast car. No one understands his need to drive fast, his need for speed, that burning rubber smell, the cheers of the crowd. His daddy thinks he's a bum, his mom thinks he's sick and his girlfriend thinks he's an ass. He doesn't care. He knows he can win. Fast Cars, Hot Chicks, Money.
| Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Country - Rockabilly, Country - Honky Tonk |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Frenetic, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Racing, Cars |
| Similar Artists |
The Stray Cats, The Cramps |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Go Fast on Saturday Night
By Howard Levinson
My daddy said boy, you gotta get out of bed.
You better get that NASCAR out of your head,
You're eatin my food and using my tools
You better get a job or get back in school
He never understood, he never got me right
All I wanna do is go fast, on Saturday night
I spend my time and money to go real fast.
My girlfriend says she thinks I'm an ass.
My mama says son, you gotta be sick.
We gotta get you a doctor, get you fixed.
They never understood, they never got me right
All I wanna do is go fast, on Saturday night
I feel the need for speed, I gotta get the rush.
I'm lookin' for the finish line, it never is enough.
I gotta push the needle way into the red.
And if I can't live like this, And if I can't live like this, And if I can't live like this, I'd rather be dead.
I told them I was up late last night.
I got the pistons and rings set just right.
I got the heads bolted down, tonight is the night.
Gonna take it down to Main St., put it on the line.
They never understood, they never got me right
All I wanna do is go fast, on Saturday night
I feel the need for speed, I gotta get the rush.
I'm lookin' for the finish line, it never is enough.
I gotta push the needle way into the red.
And if I can't live like this, And if I can't live like this, And if I can't live like this, I'd rather be dead.
Ain't nothin' wrong with winning the race.
The first one in, gets first place.
Checkered flags waving as I fly by
Pretty girls, hugs and hollers
Flash bulbs and champagne showers
A trophy and a thousand dollars, that's my life.
I feel the need for speed, I gotta get the rush.
I'm lookin' for the finish line, it never is enough.
I gotta push the needle way into the red.
And if I can't live like this, fast cars
And if I can't live like this, hot chicks
And if I can't live like this, money I'd rather be dead