POS my car

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Got this red Geo, chopped narrow and mean, Checkered roof, black hood, a junkyard dream. Tape on the doors, wheels all askew, One green rim spinnin', what a motley crew. Spoiler wing flappin', exhaust like a fart, It's a POS squeezed tight—stole my heart. [Chorus] Oh, skinny shitbox, you're my sideways thrill! Three-cylinder cough, can't climb a hill. Air con's a breeze from the dash vent hole, Windows? Crank 'em with your soul. Clown car chaos, narrow as sin, But damn, you're the funkiest ride I've been in! [Verse 2] Plywood seats, tarp back, rust everywhere, Top speed's a whisper, fuel sips air. Extras? Hamster boost or a whoopee seat, Parallel park pro, can't be beat. [Chorus] Oh, skinny shitbox, you're my sideways thrill! Three-cylinder cough, can't climb a hill. Air con's a breeze from the dash vent hole, Windows? Crank 'em with your soul. Clown car chaos, narrow as sin, But damn, you're the funkiest ride I've been in! [Outro ] Keep on shrinkin', you red rebel wreck... POS forever, what the heck!