I just pulled out of my space
And what I saw was a big disgrace
Your side paneling looks like cardboard brass
And your tires are bald and slippery
Like a wetback's alien ass

'Coz you're a Chevy Supernova
A travelling garbage can
You got a human with wings of fire
Painted on the trunk, such class

You throw out so much litter
Moldy burgers, cold french fries
That every time your wheels approach
I don't need to use my eyes
Your engine is as noisy as a naval crew on leave
And you smoke like a volcano
And you never signal me

'Coz you're a Chevy Supernova
A driving petri dish
You're an asshole with cranked up volume
Shouting out at every bitch
Waving over every bitch

'Coz you're a Chevy Supernova
A traffic heart attack
Your plate says your name is Angel
'Neath the trailer trash all in your back

Think I'll turn around before I blow my stack...