Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well Jon had a family, a picture-perfect scene
A wife in the kitchen and two kids squeaky clean
He’d spend his Sundays at the strip with a grin
Burnin’ rubber, crackin’ beers, lettin’ that motor sin
He said, “I love my life, wouldn’t trade it for a dime”
But that ‘69 Charger started messin’ with his mind…

[Chorus]
Now he’s checkin’ under her hood, revvin’ up late at night
He said, “She purrs just right when I grip her tight”
Left his family cryin’ in a cloud of smoke
For a nitrous-fed queen in a leather black cloak
He ain’t kissin’ his wife, he’s kissin’ his ride
And he calls that tailpipe his dirty delight
Yeehaw, love ain’t always understood…
When you’re checkin’ under her hood

[Verse 2]
It started off innocent, waxing her clean
But that chrome got him feelin’ a little too keen
He’d sneak out at midnight with lube and a grin
Whisperin’ sweet nothings to that cylinder spin
Neighbors saw sparks, but thought it was a trick
Till they caught Jon naked, givin’ that clutch a lick

[Chorus]
Yeah he’s checkin’ under her hood, tappin’ that gas
Got a full-blown boner for that fuel-injected ass
Left PTA meetings for oil-stained sheets
Wrote love poems on the dash and leather seats
Now he ain’t in church, he’s shiftin’ in sin
Moanin’ with a smile when she lets him in
Yeehaw, this ain’t what the preacher meant by “good”
When you’re checkin’ under her hood

[Verse 3]
He took her to Vegas, eloped at the show
Married that dragster in front of a row
Of bikers and strippers who all cheered him on
As he slid that ring onto a gearshift, Jon was gone
Now he’s racing through life with his engine bride
And a turbocharged bulge he don’t try to hide

[Final Chorus]
Still checkin’ under her hood, ridin’ her hard
He says, “No minivan ever gave me a spark”
He gave up soccer games for NOS and gears
And traded bedtime stories for grinding in 5th gear
Call it crazy, call it crude
But Jon found love where pistons protrude
Yeehaw, some men like curves… he likes horsepower and wood
When he’s checkin’ under her hood