Ooh, Ricardo Montalbán, Montalbán
See Khan on the tv pimpin' cars for Chrysler
Rich Corinthian leather, soft leather
Gun it coming off of the line, gas guzzler

Watch that fuel gage drop, fill it up
But I sure don't mind, 'cause gas was just a buck
For a gallon, of high octane kind
For my, my, my, i, yi, WOO
Muh muh muh my Cordoba

Got it at the used car lot, used car lot
Why was the price so low on my Cordoba
Soon it ain't a mystery, not to me --
Every time the engine floods and dies, Cordoba

Detroit's biggest joke, what the f**k
All this dirty smoke, pouring through the hood,
Now what's broke? Junkyard's way too good
For my, my, my, i, yi, WOO
Muh muh muh my Cordoba

Electronic timing box
Timing box
Next to that hot V8 head is where it's lying
You know it is destiny, destiny
That it won't be long before the fucker's dying

Always heats it up, screws it up
Then the timing goes, and if the car still runs
It backfires, and the muffler blows
Off my, my, my, i, yi, WOO
Muh muh muh my Cordoba