Hey, what do you like, you smell like a truck, a chauffeur's guesthouse, a hormone to the ceiling, a man's hand, it's a turbo-truck. Hey, what do you like, you smell like gasoline, hey, you're so fine, a little bit of cocaine, oil in the cabin, it's a turbo-machine. Come on, come on, it's not wine, hey, it's not even serpentine, you've been caught, darling, you've been hot for six months, it's a turbo-year. Just say, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little, chillin in this damp beast, little, little one, whistle, head to toe, gas to that *** armpit, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas. Kill me, care for me, cab drivers, drivers, eh! Your one thing you love is to smell of a jack ass! Gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas, gas!