Ahhhh, farwell to my spirited steed
no longer will I feel your speed.
Now in the stable can be seen
an old gal who's quite lean.
She's a Pan and she's called Maybellene.
What better way to spend a day than ride upon a Pan
an now the road b'longs to you yer in control again
the que-tip couple peeking out that big fat cadillac
I'm sure they'll call their congressman if ever they get back
and nicotine stain'd Willy who drives without a care
could not see out his winders when he cut ya off back there
and brake brake brakelight Betty with nuthin' up ahead
just piss piss pissed her knickers when you blew by her instead
but dere's times ya catch the greenlights and pass long lines on the right
and get ahead of one more cage and disappear from sight
climbin up a steep one an hangin' curves jus right
drag pipe music fadin' off into da lonely night
you can't buy this feelin for twenty thousand bucks
or duplicate it cheaply hondoos n cowasucks
so point at da oily puddle then puff n pout n whine
but dis here engine been runnin' roads since nineteen and forty nine