Start by going with car over there
Parking space, don’t worry we’ll find
Remember meter maid who works there?
She once loved to screw with a fine

Told me tickets are easy to shirk
(On the side of a hill we would lay on the green)
Parking space, don’t worry we’ll find
(Thrilled to the marrow, I’d make for the mound)
I must admit, it takes some work
(We’d yank off clothes then be wildly mountin’)
Sheesh! There is none in this car line
(Sleep with her till she heard the klaxons call)

Hell, we can find in this acre of land
(I would slide up her hill and sprinkle it with seed)
Parking space, don’t worry; it’s fine
(Washing in waves as it slipped in, not sere)
Between the chopped Charger and the Jeep Grand
(I’d squeeze in there, and it would be fun)
I can see it’s too tight to drive

We couldn’t reap it, and it gives me displeasure
(A fellow splaying the parted vermillion)
Parking space I worry we’ll find
(Genitals portaged, then you know the drill)
The space absence appalls; perhaps we will never
(A tube bite from her maw could never be forgotten)
Get to see a space, I’m resigned

Arrgh! We’re going to park anywhere
Car in space near a blurred red line
Me-membered meter maid who works there
She once loved--now screws with with a fine