But the gist of things to come
Showed me nothing could be done
But that would just compound the hurt
Well, I was driving up the highway
Thinking about, I don't know what in particular
What riot I would find when I got to Berkeley, I suppose
When I noticed these strange vibrations
Or was I falling in love?
Woo! Well
I don't have a radio in my car
And so the noises I was hearing frightened me enough
That I began to wonder about the wisdom
Of wandering on the road at 85
Mm-my!
Now, I should explain that I often drive alone
But this time I was giving my friend and his wife a ride
Or was she falling in love?
Now my friend don't drive
And he's not used to the strange vibrations in my '60 Dodge
But then if I had more money
I'd probably be worried about why the plane was wiggling
Anyway, it takes a certain amount of blind faith
To make 99 in an old car
No matter what your experience or precaution
But I just had a tune-up
Well, anyway,
You can't 'dodge' the one with your number on it, so to speak
Ooh-hoo, my my
Why do I always seem to vibrate with my friend's old lady?
(Or was she falling in love?)
It probably has to do with the fact I don't have one myself
And I don't want to mess with anyone else's
So, whereas, I'd come on to somebody desirable
I'm attracted to a chick who feels that I won't bite
Which is why, when the car ground to a halt near Kingsburg
It was Fred who said that I needed a new transmission
I mean, after all, without a transmission, you can't go
I mean, you need an engine, but that's what you get on
And getting it on requires the transmission
Which Fred felt under some tension to provide
Although the one, uh, he had was not negotiable
...Uh, necessarily... At all, really...