By walter egan
It was a Sunday night I will never forget
Driving down the street in my red camaro
As I pulled in to the seven eleven
The locals eyed a stranger that they did not know
Challenger he's the new contender
Challenger and he better know
Challenger we don't want no trouble from
The challenger in the red camaro
He made his move and he made his challenge
"Anybody want to put his pink on the line"
Behind the wheel slipped the local hero
Ready set go and their engines whined
The air was tense from the screaming metal thunder
The challengers machine ate up the local heros
But when the dust cleared instead of his pink slip
I had the heros baby in my red camaro
Challenger I'm the new contender
Challenger forget about your baby
Now she rides in my red camaro
