From the deepest, darkest depths of...whitby! Comes this sordid tale of speed... Murderous mayhem.. Cataclysmic combustion... Picturesque powered pistons... Accellerating automotive alarms... Stunningly stupifying stereo stunts! One man... a dream... a car... a 1984... plymouth... horizon...
I loved the car from tail to grill I wouldn't change a thing I wouldn't trade the ashtray For the queen's engagement ring But things they started going wrong And went from bad to worse The clutch went kinda funny Then i couldn't use reverse Still i loved my baby And would not admit defeat Just because it left a trail Of rust along the street It kept on running bravely On duct tape and a prayer Plus a monthly tribute to The guy who did repairs It all seems so unfair (the man was glad the day he bought)
Till one day on the parking lot They called 401 My car became the meat between A buick-honda bun I saw some parts go flying That you really need to drive My car had become roadkill Though it never was alive Left a muffler in the passing lane A hubcap in the slow The windshield on the median A headlight in the snow And as i skidded off the road The other drivers laughed My middle-finger greeting Would be my epitaph Death would come at last (here lies the man who dared to buy)
Now i look at my bent fender The twisted wheel rim I wonder if horizon Will ever drive again But i know that this was not the end Road warriors die hard And i signed this mr. iacoca's Organ donor card The steel will get recycled And they'll build another car Bigger, faster, stronger An automotive star My quest will then begin And revenge will soon be mine As i drive my gleaming three-door Orange chrysler frankenstein Searching for that buick To try to end its days We'll settle off the score And then we'll drive away (the sun will rise again on the)