Oooh ...

Sweet dreams are made of streets
Who am I to pimp my wheels
I straddle the curb
In my red machine
Everybody's looking or running

Some of them want to sue you
Some of them want to just cruise by you
Some of them want to accuse you
Some of them want to be obtuse

Oooh ...

Mean dreams are made of grease
Who am I to fix a leak
I haggle with clerk
In a neckerchief
Everybody's bushings are runny

Oooh ...

(Motor's effed up--Wheels are effed up--Loot be gone)
(Rotor's effed up--Loot be gone--Seats are effed up--Loot be gone)
(Smokes when revved up--Loot be gone--Creaks when revved up--Loot be gone)
(Chokes when revved up--Loot be gone--Leaks when revved up)

Some of them want to screw you
Some of them want to bet you'll buy tools
Some of them want to eschew you
Some of them want to be uncouth

Oooh ...

(Towed to impound--Weep at impound--Coupe be gone)
(Stored at impound--Coupe be gone--Leave at impound--Coupe be gone)
(Sore and fed up--Coupe be gone--Steamed and fed up--Coupe be gone)
(More than fed up--Coupe be gone--Freakin' fed up)

Oooh ...

Sweet dreams are made of speed
Who am I to slip the heat
I rattle a nerd
In a revvin' Jeep
Everybody's cooking or clutching

Mean dreams are made of wheels
Who am I with slicks that squeal
I frazzle the nerves
Of the stressed police
Everybody's booking more dummies

Mean dreams are made of greed
Who am I to sit and plead
I'm rankled by words
Of the effin' chief
Everybody's looking for money

Mean dreams are made of grief
Who am I to miss my wheels
I amble and curse
Down on Seventh Street
Everybody's hoofing or thumbing