You are sitting in Larry's shop this weekend
When you could be sitting in your cozy
Garage at home
Your check engine light came
Just as we were about to have you smogged
You naughty girl
Your black heart
Your oil pump is clogged
You ungrateful thing
Your sticker says Little Rock
But I know you dream of the icy streets of Stockholm
Your papers are a mess
Your license plate says Cayucos
But your Viking prow is thinking about those fat rosy cheeked English housewives waiting for your camshafts.
But this time you are the hostage
Will we ransom you this time?
I wanted to drive you off the cliff
But bluer heads prevailed
And your ever open sunroof?
You sunworshipping trollop
You are just giving me a headache