Arnie's new love doesn't wear high heels Born in Detroit, she's no ordinary lady Destroys anyone who stands in her way Grinding them to pulp under her wheels How was he to know He was soon to be under ground? Her evil blood-red soul Would become his doom Her name's Christine, a Plymouth Fury 58 Within her chassis lurks the urge to kill Indestructible vengeance is standard equipment Watch out! This baby's fuelled with hate How was he to know He was soon to be under ground? Her evil blood-red soul Would become his doom Nothing gets between Arnie and Christine Red, hot and deadly, she's a killing machine Bad to the bone, so full of hate, a supernatural evil She's a Fury 58 Arnie's consumed with desire and passion For her sleek, rounded, chrome-laden body Demands his complete, unquestioned devotion How was he to know He was soon to be under ground? Her evil blood-red soul Would become his doom Nothing gets between Arnie and Christine Red, hot and deadly, she's a killing machine Bad to the bone, so full of hate, a supernatural evil She's a Fury 58