My father was black, my mother was decker
Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better
Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning
Cook at ninety eight point six degrees

Let me be the bull, and you be the pen
Such an easy way to glorify sin
If I am a horse, you're a venus in spurs
Everything I have is yours, so take it

I come fully loaded with an option to buy
I've got a stick shift disposition, a four wheel mind
I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed
Total satisfaction absolutely guaranteed

Oh no
Turbo boost libido and passive restraints
And as of yet I haven't heard even a single complaint
Got the tools of the trade and a fuel injected heart
Efficiency is beautiful, efficiency is art

Can you dig it?