Oh Mom, it crashed like a big bomb, stocks and bonds, the money's gone -
Robert Lutz is not a god. New cars now all look odd, Toyota took us on -
GM drowns in its greed, doesn't know what it needs. Turn it up a notch,
speed, vroom go, stop, whoa. Ladder framing clatters over speed bumps,
off jumps. Wires start a fire, result in a fact'ry warranteed replacement plus
tires and a set of DUBs. Left turn, now I speed up in a hurry through the slurry
sliding 'cross the street. Bit by bit call it a rattle - trap, bunch of
crap. Look at that roofline! So fine. Oh no, it's too low, infotainment,
I can't use, I don't know how. Save your cash, bunch of trash. Now discounted
this week, buy an SUV cheap. Rant about the gas price and your
[Su]burban at the store - bored. You idiotic, "patriotic", boom, war, score,
chores, feeling pretty poor.

It's the end of Detroit as we know it.
As they get their big chance, watch them blow it.
If they do R&D, they don't show it; the Big Three whine...

Six years in, post-2K. Honda builds in USA. Crash and burn,
discern, now where else can you turn? Do-mestic or import and in what sty-le,
low mi-les. Rapper's Caddy Escalade. Cars for those who've got it made. Grab the handle,
grab the shifter. Turn key, start, whee. Hit the gas, vroom vroom. Uh oh,
now what's - this, dear? - Cavalier. But no more; Cobalt's here. A dealer lot,
the Corvette's hot, but I am not, oh whoa. Offer me incentives, offer me employee price
and they - said no.

It's the end of Detroit and they know it.
Their new con-cept's a dud when they show it.
The brakes aren't very good, they don't slow it; Big Three de-cline...(folks aren't buyin'...)
(repeat)

The other night you checked online for US-made luxo rides. And you found none, right?
Lu-cerne, Bu-ick -- it's Cana-di-an; Lincoln Ze-phyr -- Mexi-can.
Pity party, lame cars, market share, boom! You're so simplistic, jingoistic,
Slam, bam crash, right? Right.

It's the end of Detroit [un]less they grow it.
Give their cars bigger trunks, they can stow it.
Make it so you will not have to tow it; or else they'll die...
(repeat 3x)

(Chanting in background): It's time these people hit the road...