I don't like it, got no wipers
Weird smells like diapers
And it's very hard to steer
It's got no rear view mirror
And the tires are bald pieces of tar
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I hate my car

My fan belt is always slippen
And the paint is always chippen
And the seats all got a big tear
Only has a lousy 8-track player
Oh this ride never gets me very far
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I hate my car

I hate my car
It's not my dream
And if loose another door
I am gonna scream
Gonna smash it, with my crowbar
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I hate my car

It don't have all the shocks
And the brakes always lock
And it always stalls
Drives me right up the wall
Oh it doesn't quite reach up to par
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I hate my car

I hate my car, (I hate my car)
I always drive alone, (I always drive alone)
I'd probably travel better
If I drove with Fred Flintstone

But I'm stuck with my car
It makes me so mad
When I went to go trade it
They made me feel bad
'Cause they only offered me a snicker bar
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I hate my car
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I just hate my ol' car