She got high class,
She rides around in a cut down chevy machine
Her eyes are plate glass,
Oh and legs like a limousine
She comes stocked with sass,
And pride ain’t there to be mean
She’s the baddest thing this town’s ever seen
Oh, street queen

Well, she got a turbine engine, mama,
With maximum thrust
Cadillac hips, she’s got the best on the strip,
She knows how to use a clutch
She comes on shiny and black,
And, boys, if you hit her you better be tough
Oh she’s the slickest thing that I’ve ever seen
Oh, street queen

And you can always tell a moment she’s around,
You can hear the loud engine roaring
She says, "come on, get in hey baby, you want to go for a ride? "
I know she sets your mind soaring
Oh and the boys, they jump back,
As that engine unwinds
I’m glued to my seat, mama,
As I watch that speed-o-meter climb
Oh she moves so fast she’s almost obscene
Street queen

Well, if you’re going to come streakin’ down my street, baby,
Like an angel with them chevy wings
If you’re going to come streakin’ down my street, baby,
Like an angel with them chevy wings
You better watch out, street queen,
Cause you’re messing with the king