A parroty of Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville.
I bet you can’t read it without singing it!
Covered in mud cake,
feelin’ my paint bake;
all of my engine is covered with oil.
Doin’ my road thing,
hearin’ my valves ping;
smell of exhaust leaking out through the foil.
Rusted away again in Aircooledengineville.
Looking for my lost Quaker State oil.
Some people say that there's a human to blame,
but I know,
it's nobody’s fault.
I don't have no reason,
I just roll for pleasin’;
nowhere to go, but the same beach will do.
I feel it’s my duty,
to check out some booty;
how I’ll ever get some, hell, I haven't a clue.
Rusted away again in Aircooledengineville.
Looking for my lost Quaker State oil.
Some people say that there's a human to blame,
now I think,
hell, it could be my fault.
I blew out a tire,
brakes are on fire;
cutting my losses and cruising back home.
But once I’m back at the condo,
I’ll mix a cocktail of Bondo:
that magic concoction that helps me hang on.
Rusted away again in Airlcooledengineville.
Looking for my lost Quaker State oil.
Some people say that there's a human to blame,
but I know,
it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a human to blame,
and I know,
it's my own damn fault!