On a cold and gray Stockholm morning,
A poor little baby car is born as a Volvo
And its buyer cries
Cause if there’s one thing that he don’t need
Is another gasoline tank to feed
In a Volvo.

Now people don’t you understand
The Volvo’s doing everything
It’ll be a damaged car one day
Now take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
Cars in the west
Tesla wheels turn

Then a hungry little car with tank running low
Drives in the streets as the cold winds blow
On the Volvo
And its engine burns
So it learns how to handle and it learns how to drift
And it learns to get aftermarket as a Volvo

Then one night in a event of racing, its owner goes away
He makes it fun, takes the car,
Tries to rev but he won’t get far and the driveshaft dies

As the crowd gathers round a burning old car
Flipped over and it didn’t get far for
a Volvo
And the owner dies

On a cold and gray Stockholm morning
Another little baby car is born
As a Volvo