Drivin' through town, sittin' in my bucket seat
Press that AC, the way I'm turnin' up the heat
And I'm quite glad that I have power steering
I'll reduce my speed for the curves that I am nearing.
Please hold the clutch, lest we be stallin'
Your tires riding low from the cargo you are haulin'.
Odometer off the charts like the target when I'm shootin' skeet.
Thrustin' pedal to metal, so much fuel we will replete.
Cleanin' your car, detailing that black Chevrolet,
I'm about to wax on you, shine that body if I may.
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