There’s no brake friction; what do I do?!
The brakes are crummy, gas pedal too.
I sit here staring as the car runs into the slough.
I’ve got much choler; I think I’ll drown.
I’ve got to break out the window now:
I kick, it shivers—up I swim, then back to ground.

I am a victim, I am a victim
Of a car that quite clearly was not fit to sell.
It’s got some software that needs a fixin’—
So far it seems that isn’t going too well.
It’s got me spurning Prius, spurning Ravs,
And spurning Camry, spurning gaffes.

I’m spurning Japanese
I think I’m spurning Japanese,
I really think so. . . .

I’ve got restrictions, I’ve got restrictions
On buying cars that really were not fit to sell.
It’s got some software that needs a fixin’
But PR bulletins are starting to smell.
It’s got me spurning Lexus, spurning Ravs,
And spurning brakes. . .make burning calves.

I’m spurning Japanese
I think I’m spurning Japanese,
I really think so. . . .

No Lex., no breaks, no stop, no shittin’!
No Rav, no Cam., Noh play, no Tundra to park
Everyone around me is driving, say, Ford Rangers;
Everywhere I went, I’s plowing into strangers.

That’s why
I’m spurning Japanese
I think I’m spurning Japanese,
I really think so. . . .