When I was young I had a dream to own a car that talked

Pretending I was driving, as along the street I walked

And every week I'd be the one to save a gorgeous chick

With one foot on the gasoline and one hand on the stick

I'd speed through all the road blocks and I'd fly into the air

I'd catch fire and be beaten up but never mess my hair

And when I chose the babe I liked, moved in and made the catch

My leather jacket would come unzipped, exposing my hairy thatch

And when I finish with my car I'll know that life's a peach

Cuz' I'll turn into a superstar, chasing ladies on the beach.