this isn't just a car

(what are the white kids doin'?)

© 1996 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1996 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)

so Vicki walked in...trailing thunder

had a St. Christopher's medal parked under her arm

she said "hey buster...you’re corkin’ my bottle

are you ready to walk, man...or what?"

verse 1:

don't ask me if my brain’s packed, child

i'll just talk talk talk talk talk about myself

still waiting...still waiting

way way waiting...for something worth waiting foooooooor example,

reintro:

okay, okay so we know that like...life's not fair...?

well, that's why we're here...to fix it

to make this planet nice so that aliens watching us from outer space don't deem us unworthy and...pulverize us

verse 2:

which is exactly how i’m feeling

there is war between my ears

you’re my mop...and everything is leaking

ever notice how at times like these

all your cornball truths get revealed?

like "money always slums with the dumb ones"

and "your best friends are still your wheels"?

refrain:

what are the white kids doin?

what are the white kids doin about it?

chorus 1:

this isn’t just a car...it’s a collision

wiping out my life

with an engine

this isn’t just a car...it’s a decision/direction

this isn’t just a car...

wow...there’s a lion on this pack of camels!

smile as the sticks smear by

i’m all hands, and vicki is all handles

ever wonder how at times like these

all the water in the world is used ?

any regrets? .yeah...shoulda brought my bongos

-or-

ever wonder how at times like these

if the giblets & neck & heart that come in the that little packet inside a chicken you buy from the food store really came from the same chicken?

(WHAT THE HELL AM I SO HAPPY FOR?)

damn construction...