Feels like seven deadbeats are crammed into the front seat
Arms, legs, butt, toes, all jammed near my nose
Sitting in the front seat, now I can't feel my feet
I'm thinking to myself, cursing the used car dealer

It's so small and they don't care
Thing should come with its own supply of air
Couldn't fit a dummy in it for the test
Cruisin'' down the highway, squeezed into a tiny, tiny Spec
Tiny, tiny Spec

Smaller than a vaccuum, thing has no volume
My car on the highway, gets a lot of stares today
Forty-seven inches, buying this was dumb
Pick it up, pick it up
Grab the car and just run

It's so small and they don't care
Thing should come with its own supply of air
Couldn't fit a dummy in it for the test
Cruisin'' down the highway, squeezed into a tiny, tiny Spec
Tiny, tiny Spec

I'll trade this tiny car in, and sell it to a clown
You could rev this up, rev this up, can't get me across town
Turn it, take a left, turn it, take a right
I don't care, get me a new car tonight

It's so small and they don't care
Thing should come with its own supply of air
Couldn't fit a dummy in it for the test
Cruisin'' down the highway, squeezed into a tiny, tiny Spec
Tiny, tiny Spec

Cruisin'' down the highway, gonna do this my way
Sitting in the front seat, now I can't feel my feet
Get rid of this tiny Spec
Get rid, get rid of it
Decent size, decent size
One that isn't rev-it-up