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Jump in your
Old Ford Explorer
I'm in horror
I don't want more

Where are we going?
I don't want to go back
You don't care
That's a fact

Your old car
Doesn't run anymore
It's stuck in some tar
And I'm getting pretty sore
I ain't holding on much longer
I want to write a song

Are we going to the store?
Are we going to the mailbox?
We're out the door
I feel trapped in a box

Where are we going?
I don't want to go back
You don't care
That's a fact

Your old car
Doesn't run anymore
It's stuck in some tar
And I'm getting pretty sore
I ain't holding on much longer
I want to write a song

Write, write, write
Song, song, song
Yes I want to
Oh I do

Finally we've stopped
And I have hopped
Out of the car
We're not stuck in tar
At least I think so

I doesn't matter who you are
Black or white
You can be in a car
And scream for your life
Well, maybe you should not
It might get too hot
I'm just saying I'm safe

Your old car
Doesn't run anymore
It's stuck in some tar
And I'm getting pretty sore
I ain't holding on much longer
I want to write a song

Your old car
Doesn't run anymore
It's stuck in some tar
And I'm getting pretty sore
I ain't holding on much longer
I want to write a song