Lemons
Don't have any headlights
They are lemons
No more working brake lights
They're gonna make you cry
They use exploding tires from Firestone
When you drive
You'll always want to ride alone

Engine feels
Like it's slowly, slowly, slowly going under
And I feel
Like it's money spent for nothing

They are lemons
They'll sputter on a cold grey night
Like in "Seven"
They will give you much fright

A man buys a big truck
A fairly old truck
Though it's fuel injected, the ride feels like it just coasts
The paint job is colored
Like clowns at the fair
He'll spend his money constantly to make repairs

And he feels
Like they gypped* him, gypped him, gypped him at the store
And he feels
Like he's driving out to hell

Red lights are where the fun begins [3x]
[sounds of screeching cars in the background when the brakes on the "lemon" fail]

Lemons
Don't have working headlights
A man buys a Chevy
With bad brakes and three wheels
He bought power windows, but the salesman must've lied (He really screwed him there)
But he parks the car (Causing aggravation)
The battery power has gone (He's gonna give him hell)
The man would be leaving, but he's now stuck in a bind (No more transportation)

And these are the days
When it's vogue to have no muffler
And these are the days
When the road is blocked by Hummers

Red lights are where the fun begins [8x] [more sounds of car wrecks]

A man buys a big truck
A fairly old truck
Though it's fuel injected, the ride feels like it just coasts (He better have cab fare)
The paint job is colored (Like a rust carnation)
Like clowns at the fair (Maybe solar flares)
He'll spend his money constantly to make repairs (Use imagination)

Lemons
Don't buy a beemer*
If it's at an auction (scamming heaven)
Cause you should reject it, if it looks ancient up close