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Jump in your old Ford Explorer I'm in horror I don't want more Where are we going? I don't want to go back You don't care that's a fact Your old car doesn't run anymore It's stuck in some tar and I'm getting pretty sore I ain't holding on much longer I want to write a song Are we going to the store? Are we going to the mailbox? We're out the door I feel trapped in a box Where are we going? I don't want to go back You don't care that's a fact Your old car doesn't run anymore It's stuck in some tar and I'm getting pretty sore I ain't holding on much longer I want to write a song Write, write, write song, song, song Yes I want to Oh I do Finally we've stopped And I have hopped Out of the car We're not stuck in tar At least I think so I doesn't matter who you are Black or white You can be in a car And scream for your life Well, maybe you should not It might get too hot I'm just saying I'm safe Your old car doesn't run anymore It's stuck in some tar and I'm getting pretty sore I ain't holding on much longer I want to write a song Your old car doesn't run anymore It's stuck in some tar and I'm getting pretty sore I ain't holding on much longer I want to write a song