Rag Top - The Kentucky Headhunters

I don’t drive no hard top

I don’t drive no coupe

I don’t drive no compact

There ain’t no substitute

For a rag top, rag top automobile

Rag top, rag top automobile

If I were a rich man

If I were a king

If I were a big star

Lord, I’d trade everything

Yes, I would

For a rag top, rag top automobile

Rag top, rag top automobile

I got the top laid back

Got my cool rays on Now look a-here baby

This cat is long gone

Lord, how I love those rag tops

And I will until the day I die

I don’t want no crown in heaven

Ah, just send me out across the sky

In a rag top, rag top automobile

Rag top, rag top automobile

Rag top, rag top automobile

Rag top, rag top automobile