The car for you,
Hmm, might be blue,
It might be bright,
It might glow in the night,
It might have a jet engine,
Or A supersonic horn,
You know what It won't be?
It won't be the car for me.
The car for me,
Yeah, that one is sweet,
With tires so black,
They can paint the street,
It won't be no super-high-tech-machine,
It'll just be mean, like a monstrous racin machine,
Made of chrome and steel,
MAN, I'm talkin' a car for real!
That might sound whack to you,
But that don't matter to me,
Because I'm ridin' on chrome,
And that's the way I want it to be.
Hmm, might be blue,
It might be bright,
It might glow in the night,
It might have a jet engine,
Or A supersonic horn,
You know what It won't be?
It won't be the car for me.
The car for me,
Yeah, that one is sweet,
With tires so black,
They can paint the street,
It won't be no super-high-tech-machine,
It'll just be mean, like a monstrous racin machine,
Made of chrome and steel,
MAN, I'm talkin' a car for real!
That might sound whack to you,
But that don't matter to me,
Because I'm ridin' on chrome,
And that's the way I want it to be.
