| 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. |
|
| 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. |
|
| Granny, go. |
| Granny, go. |
| Granny, go. |
| Granny, go. |