With one light on, and none soon
You'll start it up, and not get home
It's one small step to give it care
I know your book is on repair
If you bought this thing, then you must be stoned
Are you surprised you drive in it alone?
For this piece of shi* you own
Has to be a clunker again
The worst car in the world - it's like a sin
Just like a used pair of depends
So let it go

The salesman crook and pain it took
the miles are up, the payment's down
One long pause
Then you forget
Oh look what's been done to it
If you bought this thing, then you must be stoned
They should be kind enough to tow it home
Cause this piece of shi* you own
Has to be a clunker again
The parts were found inside a garbage bin
Just has three wheels and rims of tin
So let it go
You can grieve

For the wing you've placed upon the back looks too heavy now
And I don't know what you'll do with it below twenty miles an hour
And all the time I'm thinking... laughing....

I want to see that clunker again
I want to see an S-U-V upend
To watch a broken camshaft spin
So let it go