When a ma-an drives a lemo-on
He's on the fast-track road to he-e-e-e-ell
The slightest ni-ick and he'll spin on the grou-ou-ound
The car is ba-ad and he knows it
But it's all he-e's go-o-o-o-ot
Spews exhaust from the back e-end all over this town

When a ma-an drives a lemo-on
He has to duck each ti-i-i-i-ime
He brakes a-as hi-is headrest breaks free-ee-ee
While he hates to-o replace i-it
The whiplash is a pai-ai-ai-ai-ain
And he does have othe-er priorities

Well, this man hates his lemon
The way the mirrors like to cra-a-a-ack
And then snap off, and though that may su-uck
Buddy, it gets worse than tha-at

When a ma-an drives a lemo-on
The whole floor's a ho-o-o-o-ole
And all o-of the-e seats are squeaky-y-y
Though thi-is ca-an be fixed with tools
See, the man doesn't kno-o-o-o-ow
How to u-use them properly

When a ma-an drives a lemo-on
It's a dangerou-ous ca-a-a-a-all
It might blow up in his face, that hu-u-urts
Yes, when a ma-an drives a lemo-on
Constant paranoia, he fee-ee-ee-ee-eels
And I know, I-I kno-ow, how tha-at wo-o-orks

I'm that ma-an with a lemo-on