Beach Boys

^Bb Tack it up, tack it up, ^C# buddy gonna ^D# shut you ^G# down
^G# It happened on the strip where the road is wide
^G# Two cool sharks standing side-by-side (Ya)
My ^C# fuel-injected stingray and a 413
We're ^G# revin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
^Bb Tack it up, tack it up, ^C# buddy gonna ^D# shut you ^G# down
^G# Declining numbers at an even rate
^G# At the count of one we both accelerate
My ^C# Stingray is light, the slicks are starting to spin
But the ^G# 413's really diggin' in
^Bb Gotta be cool now, ^C# power shift ^D# here we ^G# go
^C# Super stock Dodge is winding out in low but
My ^G# fuel-injected Stingray's really starting to go
To ^C# get the traction I'm riding my clutch
My ^G# pressure plate's burnin' and it ^D# shimmies too much
(Saxophone/guitar solo)
^G# Pedal's to the floor, here his dual quads rake
^G# And now the 413's lead is starting to shrink
He ^C# saw with cram induction, but it's understood
I got a ^G# fuel-injected engine sittin' under my hood
^Bb Shut it off, shut it off, ^C# buddy now I ^D# shut you ^G# down
(Repeat and fade)