Cool clear morning about a quarter past nine Missed the alarm for the hundredth time 'Cause I didn't get home till three last night And the telephone rings, it's Wray on the line He says he's coming on by, he'll be here by ten Got to get myself moving to be ready by then I hope the boss don't call, 'cause I got to skip work What can you do, there's no place on earth like Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette How I wish it was mine 67 String Ray, four on the floor Turbine wheels and a three fifty horse Goodwood green with a saddle inside Rag top down, it's a real ride She'll do a hundred in the blink of an eye Side pipes humming, ready to fly Whenever I hear the sound of his horn I hop right in, don't care where we're going in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette How I wish it was mine I've got an 89 Chevy and it's about dead But the bills keep coming and I can't get ahead One of these days I think i'm gonna explode Gonna blow this town, gonna hit the road in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette How I wish it was mine Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette How I wish it was mine Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette Cruising in Wray's corvette How I wish it was mine