Name the songs from the lines given?
Half past four and I'm shifting gears.
Radio playing some forgotten song.
No more speed, I'm almost there.
Nobody gonna take my car.
Nobody gonna beat my car.
Oooh it's a killing machine
I pushed my foot down to the floor to give the guy the shake
My car went in to passing gear and we took off with gust
And soon we were doing ninety
Must have left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine
You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile
This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
When something comes up to me he don't even try
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored
When I get rubber in all four gears
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
I hung a big shift, and I got into high,
Around the turn into the straight away
I was blowing off everything that got in my way
Half past four and I'm shifting gears.
Radio playing some forgotten song.
No more speed, I'm almost there.
Nobody gonna take my car.
Nobody gonna beat my car.
Oooh it's a killing machine
I pushed my foot down to the floor to give the guy the shake
My car went in to passing gear and we took off with gust
And soon we were doing ninety
Must have left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
Listen to her tachin' up now, listen to her why-ee-eye-ine
You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile
This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
When something comes up to me he don't even try
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored
When I get rubber in all four gears
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
I hung a big shift, and I got into high,
Around the turn into the straight away
I was blowing off everything that got in my way
: Roy
