I got a Gremlin with mag wheels, Baby
It's the bitchinest car
And with a couple of bucks for gas
We could go real far
Come cruisin' with me, Honey
Forever would be nice
I got Fun Fur on the dashboard
And some fuzzy dice
I got a Gremlin with mag wheels, Baby
It's the baddest of wheels
Put your hands on the chain-link steering wheel
And see how it feels
Come cruisin' with me, Honey
It's such a great release
I got some cigarettes
And an 8-track tape of Grease
This existential misery
All our yesterdays do light
Fools the way to dusky death
So Out ! Out ! Long red light !
Come cruisin' with me , Honey
We'll go wherever we wanna go
And if we're lucky
They'll play some Journey on the radio. . .
