I hear a rod blow in the engine
It's a sound that makes me cry
I hear the horns honk again and again
Lose my mind and I do know why
I wish I listened to my dad and bought new
My happiness and job revolve around you

Trying to pop the clutch
But I'm not going very far
So many people mock you baby
Piece of crap's what you are

Waiting for the car to stall
And carry your parts into the shop
That's where you belong
In the shop baby, yeah [x2]

I've learned to drift since I cannot speed
I think I just lost a piston
I'm still afraid to use hi-beams
Feels like something's caught up in the transmission
I want to reach and flip on the A/C
But then I couldn't outrun a baby

Want to restart the car
I'm waiting for the plugs to spark
And I can't take it much more baby
May as well be in park

Waiting for the car to stall
And have you brought right to the junk yard
That's where you belong
In the yard baby, yeah [x2]

Stalling (something is wrong)
I don't like stalling (annoyed with you)
I'm sick of stalling (should hit the bong)
Tow truck's coming (“idle chatter” redefined)

Waiting for the car to stall
And have you sent right to the chop shop
That's where you belong
Scrap metal baby, yeah [x2]