| Driving down those city streets,
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| Waiting to get down,
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| Wont you get your big machine,
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| Somewhere in this town?
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| Now in the parking lot garage,
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| Youll find the proper place,
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| Just follow all the written rules,
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| Youll fit into the space.
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| Pull up to my bumper baby,
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| In your long black limosine,
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| Pull up to my bumper baby,
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| And drive it in between.
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| Pull up, to it, dont drive, through it,
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| Back it, up twice, now that, fits nice.
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| Operate around the clock,
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| Why dont you come in?
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| Ive got lots of space for everyone,
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| Why dont you my friend?
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| (lines are short),
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| Ill pick you up so wont you please come on,
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| Shiny sleek machine believe,
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| It Ive got to blow your horn.
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| Pull up to my bumper baby,
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| In your long black limosine,
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| Pull up to my bumper baby,
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| And drive it in between.
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| Pull up to it, dont drive through it,
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| Back it, up twice, now that fits nice,
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| Race it, straighten it, let me luricate,
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| Pull up to my bumper baby. |
| (to end) |