Oh I’m calling out To the king of wheels I gotta let him know The way I feel Every car all shiny and new You sell your own mother For that what that big guy’d do Yeah you would Gotta give me some money For these car-less shoes Standing at the bus stop With a Clarkson blues Every kind of motor Has ever been made Driven to destruction Each and every day P. Zeros Melt em’ down Sure beat everybody to the best job in town I got to get me some money for these car-less shoes