Boys Beach The Little Old Lady From Pasadena Lyrics

The Little Old Lady From Pasadena Lyrics

It's the little old lady

From Pasadena.



The little old lady

From Pasadena

Has a pretty little flower bed

Of white gardenias,

But parked in a rickety old garage

Is a brand new, shiny, red super stock Dodge



And everybody's sayin'

That there's nobody meaner

Than the little old lady

From Pasadena.

She drives real fast and she drives real hard.

She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.

It's the little old lady

From Pasadena.



You can see her on the streets just gettin' her kicks now,

With a four speed stick and a four-twenty six now,

She's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later,

Because she can't keep her foot of the accelerator.



And everybody's sayin'

That there's nobody meaner

Than the little old lady

From Pasadena.

She drives real fast and she drives real hard.

She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.

It's the little old lady

From Pasadena.



And everybody's sayin'

That there's nobody meaner

Than the little old lady

From Pasadena.

She drives real fast and she drives real hard.

She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.

It's the little old lady

From Pasadena.



If you see her on the street,

Don't try to choose her.

You might have a goer,

But you'll never lose her.

The guys come to race her from miles around,

But she'll them a leg, then she'll shut 'em down.



And everybody's sayin'

That there's nobody meaner

Than the little old lady

From Pasadena.

She drives real fast and she drives real hard.

She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.



It's the little old lady

From Pasadena.



Granny, go.

Granny, go.

Granny, go.

Granny, go