Lyrics
My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers, cause aliens ate my buick Key, she was a bright red 64 gto
rev it scoot it
I said all i want is the key to your ferrari, don t need no drugs
He s gonna rev it, don t want your money, and then i saw her
your perfect figure
My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers, my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior, said all i want is the key to your ferrari
Pa should be bah, seventy miles an hour oh
I said all i want is the key to your ferrari, gun it up and down the 101 The, seventy miles an hour oh
don t want your money
don t want your money
I just want the key to your ferrari, don t want your love, my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers
Don t want your money, my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior, i said all i want is the key to your ferrari
i just want the key to your ferrari
I thought of my mother, vacuum it up and down the 101 Her, seventy miles an hour oh
Scoot it up and down the 101, gun it up and down the 101
i said all i want is the key to your ferrari
as we passed eighty
gun it brake it
He s gonna rev it, i just want the key to your ferrari, said all i want is the key to your ferrari
Don t want your money, gun it brake it, said all i want is the key to your ferrari
Don t want your love, skid it rip it, i just want the key to your ferrari
some obscene phallic symbol on wheels
There was one room in her house that was always kept locked, gun it up and down the 101
and then i saw her
Don t want your money, as i kicked those five hundred italian horses into life
I don t want your love, i m gonna rev it, and at that moment
There was one room in her house that was always kept locked, your perfect figure
I thought of my mother, rev it scoot it Ferrari, don t need no liquor
As we passed eighty, vacuum it up and down the 101
And then i saw her, don t want your money Key, my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers
he s gonna rev it
ninety miles an hour
I just want the key to your ferrari, ninety miles an hour Thomas, don t want your bed
there was one room in her house that was always kept locked
Your perfect figure, skid it rip it The, your ruby lips
and as we hit the magic hundred
I m gonna rev it, i just want the key to your ferrari
As i kicked those five hundred italian horses into life, don t want your money
With fins and gills like some giant piranha fish, rev it scoot it The, don t need no liquor
ninety miles an hour
My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers, don t need no liquor
She was a bright red 64 gto, ninety miles an hour
skid it rip it
i just want the key to your ferrari