i used to could

well, all down the 40 i never used to lift, thirteen gears, double clutch shift, all those horses underneath the hood, i don't do it no more but i used to could, gmc cannonball going like a train, all down the 40 in the driving rain, all those horses underneath the hood, i don't do it no more but i used to could, well i don't hang around 'cause it ain't no good, like the big bad wolf in the neighborhood, chasin' after little red riding hood, i don't do it no more but i used to could