Putt, putt
Putt, putt
Standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip
Eyes like the beacons on a rocket ship
Well just about the bottom of a bottle of gin
She baits her hook and she reels them in
She got a black leather jacket with a patch on the back
No imitation cajun going to get to that
A red bandana and a rose tattoo
A mind of her own
There's no one telling her what to do
Diamonds, pearls, hey hey, well they're for all the other girls
Now some women just don't need 'em, you can keep 'em
She goes putt, putt
That's my queen
Putt, putt
On that big machine
Putt, putt
When the light turns green
Putt, putt
She's so mean
Nothing can stop my putt, putt
Queen of the road
Yea, Putt, putt
Putt, putt
Want to roll the dice you can try your luck
But she can melt the ice off an ice cream truck
You can't holler uncle when you had enough
Her own brother won't fight her
Cause the girl's so tough
Devil of an angel, she's one of a kind
Gotta a knuckle-head Harley and a one track mind
Roadhouse reputation everywhere she goes
As a big sled rider, she's the queen of the road
From Pomona to Daytona
Hey, hey, and every highway in between
There's not a one that she hasn't seen
She's so mean
She goes putt, putt
That's my queen
Putt, putt
On that big machine
Putt, putt
When the light turns green
Putt, putt
She's so mean
Nothing can stop my putt, putt
Queen of the road
Now when the music's playing she can't sit still
Loves the boogie-woogie and she always will
Her three favorite songs are "God Bless the Child"
"My Generation" and "Born to be Wild"
When the party's over and the lights go on
Don't have to try to find her
Cause the girl is gone
She slips it into second and away she goes
My motor-headed mama is the queen of the road
She goes putt, putt
That's my queen
Putt, putt
On that big machine
Putt, putt
When the light turns green
Putt, putt
She's so mean
Nothing can stop my putt, putt
Queen of the road
Yea, she goes putt, putt
She goes putt, putt
She goes putt, putt
She goes putt, putt
Nothing can stop my putt, putt
Queen of the road