Carboy
His skin's hot pink, he makes the man's man swoon
His lights glitter green and they shine to the moon
And whatcha gonna do if you're spun round in a plume
Of sweaty leather, Black Ice, and a jazzy tune?
You better be quick and you better be cool
Say Hey Carboy
Save me a cold, hard seat in the back
I wanna see you leaning back
I wanna see you leaning back
I wanna see you leaning
But he doesn't hear you through that vroom vroom
See you through that zoom
SUK-MYD1
You can call him lame but you'll eat his dust
And if you pried into that tinsel head
You'd thank the auto-gods for his thyroid is dead
So feel those spinning wheels
P.R.O.U.D.L.Y.
Carboy
What I would give for a ride in the front
I wanna see those fingers up
I wanna see your fingers up
That middle finger up
Oh, you could die for a dip in the lake
Oh, you
(I mean you, babe)
You don't mind it that way
And you're full of pipes and cushion and holes
But you're cooled off, say it's sexy how I roll
So I'm skating by, come outside
Put your keys in the ignition and drive
I'm alive with a living Carboy and then
I'll be a-livin' tomorrow when I'm Carboy bound again
Writer/s: Tex Patrello