Well I hope I die in a slick black limousine  [bad word] along momma gonna take a look at me 
Gonna fly though the city 
Gonna fly to the sea 
Gonna fly my my my my my 
I get set get 
...it is 
Well I get first prize 
I remember it quite clear 
Gonna fly though the city 
Gonna fly to the sea 
Gonna fly yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yow 
I hope I die in a slick black limousine  [bad word] along momma gonna take a take a look at me 
We're gonna fly to the ocean 
Gonna fly to the sea 
We're gonna fly yay yay yeah 
Ninety miles an hour 
Swervin' all over the road 
Hundred miles an hour 
My hand's on the radio 
Baby's in the back seat 
Bompin' all over the road 

No one, no one touch my limousine 
Yeah the lord ... my limousine 
Yeah the lord ... my limousine 
Yeah the lord ... my limousine 
Now stuck up livin' with a Model T 
My machine, my machine