I drove the shift through heavy rain
I know the city and its pain
The meter clicks a steady beat
Old leather smells of summer heat
The sky turns orange then it glows
The evening wind begins to blow
I see the chrome start to ignite
Just before the coming night
Bouncing low on the Ganton street
Feel the bass and the heavy beat
Sunset gold on the velvet hood
Living fast like a driver should
A twenty dollar fare is gone
I keep the engine humming on
The hydraulic switch begins to play
Chasing out the ghost of the day
The sky turns orange then it glows
The evening wind begins to blow
I see the chrome start to ignite
Just before the coming night
Bouncing low on the Ganton street
Feel the bass and the heavy beat
Sunset gold on the velvet hood
Living fast like a driver should
My old eyes see the painted line
A polished grill and a steady shine
The radio plays a funky groove
Watch the heavy metal start to move
One more mile to the harbor wall
Waiting for the evening call
Saturated red upon the glass
Watching all the city traffic pass
Bouncing low on the Ganton street
Feel the bass and the heavy beat
Sunset gold on the velvet hood
Living fast like a driver should
I tell the kids to hold the line
The street is yours and the timing's fine
A steady hand on the steering wheel
Turning gold into polished steel
Bouncing low on the Ganton street
Feel the bass and the heavy beat
Sunset gold on the velvet hood
Living fast like a driver should
Roll it low, roll it slow.
Ganton Gold, here we go.
(Gang vocal claps)
