There's not a car made right,
And I've been driving for so long.
I won't go out at night.
I'm always finding something wrong.
And when I buy something new
And find some things that they blew,
It make me feel uptight.

You know the cars displayed
Are so smooth-running and full of zing.
But it's certain when I'm on my way
I'm going to hear some knocks and pings.
It starts to lurch and to groan
Just when I'm lost and alone.
You know I'll scream all day.

Cars I've owned, ev'ryone seemed to have quirks.
Cars I've owned, needing some service to work, work, yeh!

There's not a car made right,
And mine is jerking as it stalls.
And as I charge through lights,
It should be slated for recall.
And when I find a loose screw,
I just don't know what to do.
It makes me feel such fright.

Yowww!

And I am hurt as I'm thrown,
Because I hit some orange cones.
And now I feel dismay.

Cars I've owned, ev'ryone seemed to need work.
Cars I've owned, leaving me scolding and irked, irked, yeh!

There's not a car made right,
And I've been keeping such a log.
The parts I thought were tight
Seem to be leaking, and they're clogged.
And while I wait for repairs,
I find I'm filled with despair.
I'm gonna need a bike.

You know I'll need a bike!
You know I'll need a bike!