Driving down those city streets,
Waiting to get down, 
Won't you get your big machine,
Somewhere in this town?

Now in the parking lot garage,
You'll find the proper place, 
Just follow all the [bad word]  
You'll fit into the space. 

Pull up to my bumper baby, 
In your long black limosine, 
Pull up to my bumper baby, 
And drive it in between. 

Pull up, to it, don't drive, through it,
Back it, up twice, now that, fit's nice.

Operate around the clock, 
Why don't [bad word] in? 
I've got lot's of space for everyone,
Why don't you my friend? 

(Lines are short),
I'll pick you up so won't you [bad word] on,
Shiny sleek machine believe, 
It I've got to blow your horn.

Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
And drive it in between. 

Pull up to it, don't drive through it, 
Back it, up twice, now that fits nice, 
Race it, straighten it, let me luricate, 
Pull up to my bumper baby. (to end)