Making Love in a [bad word] 
That's what I wanna do with you
We can always feel around the steering wheel
There seems to be so much that we can do

An alibi that I will not allow
is when you tell me that you don't know how
'Cause it's just like being in bed
all your clothing you must shed
You can stick 'em in the glove box for now

Don't try to tell me it's a sin
Just lie back, I'll put a hickey on your chin
When you act this indiscreet, creating so much body heat
the tachometer will nearly start to spin

And now let us lie between the sheets
and thank heaven for reclining bucket seats
Don't touch that, for goodness sake
you'll release the parking brake
We'll both start to roll down the street (yipes)

Now I'm gonna try to lock your door
Wait a minute, now I'm feeling sore
It's not that I'm not able, something's sticking in my navel
My gosh, it's the four-on-the-floor (ouch)

Pigeons overhead flying high
Circling above us in the sky
Now I'm feeling ill-at-ease, my darling would you please
close the sunroof; something just fell in my eye (yuck)

You say that something's pinching at your feet
Hey look what you just found, hey ain't that neat
It's my roach-clip and my bong
They've been missing for so long
All this time they must have been beneath the seat

Now you're suffocating and I'm water-logged
All the windows are beginning to get fogged
So my dear with your consent
I'll open up the [bad word] vent
I only hope it also isn't clogged

There are other things that we can do
but only if you're tired of getting scratched
Honk the horn real good
and you'll wake the neighborhood
and they'll have a marvelous view

Making Love in a [bad word]  my friend
Making Love in a [bad word]