Scat Pack Sue

I saw her standing outside a pool shack
Her scatpack is nicely rolled in the back
She filled a hole where your hair is bald and asked
Did the tarmac grin as I was going in full blast?
She's the kind of girl whose name you won't tattoo
And everybody knows her by the name of Scatpack Sue
She held the gearshift in a way that made me mad
I pictured her closed eyes and knew they were red
She said "Ramp in" and while I passed I could hear her scream
"Go ahead, you bastard, raise the speed and let's go far"
She's the kind of girl whose name you won't tattoo
And everybody knows her by the name of Scatpack Sue
I got up and raced as I saw her coming to track
She bailed out of my way, she really kept me off the rack
She asked me why, I said "Baby, you are so fine"
She told me "I want my body's beauty, it still is mine"
At least another motor glade just gave me a shock
She gave me scatpack, I blew the motor and was fucked
She's the kind of girl whose name you won't tattoo
And everybody knows her by the name of Scatpack Sue
I walked up to her motorway, she passed the flags
I was still screaming, I thought I had her in the bag