Hanging from my rear-view mirror is a fuzzy pair of dice
Gotta lot of style, yes my ride is very nice
With my custom recessed blinking license plate lights I know my auto is the best
I've got a backseat cover that's among the furriest

I drive a Geo that was made in '98
I had 'em die press “HOT CAR” on my license plate
I think my Star Wars Yoda floor mats really rate
Oh Geo, Geo you're my “catch a female” bait

One time I hit a peach that was laying in the street
It snapped my axle bar and threw me from my seat
Now I've got a steering wheel tattoo
Because the air bag was just a worn out balloon

I drive a Geo that was made in '98
It's got a bumper sticker with a smiley face
It shakes and groans whenever I accelerate
Oh Geo, Geo, why can't I pick up a date

[female laughter aimed at my car]

Hey now, woo look at this the exhaust is turning brown
Every time that I drive I hope I'll survive
It makes me feel alive, alive, alive
I wet my pants when I went in a slide and flipped it
And it got me thinking this car is trippin', that's just what I'm thinking

I drive a Geo that was made in '98
It's almost just as fast as rusty roller skates
When women see it they don't want to procreate
Oh Geo, Geo why can't you attract a mate

I drive a Geo that was made in '98
It squeals like Cindy Brady when I hit the brakes
And it'll go in all directions, just not straight
Oh Geo, Geo guess I never will get laid

goo goo goo goo g'joob
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