I Drive a Volkswagen

I drive a Volkswagen

It is my friend

And I’ll drive that old Volkswagen till the end

My friends’ cars are souped up and they drive me insane

Goin’ down the highway, nearly blow ya off the lane

I love my Volkswagen

It loves me

The most beautiful thing that you ever did see

I love that old one-barrel Holley carburetor

And I always get **** cause the Germans done made her

I drive a Volkswagen

It’s cheap on gas

And it’s great for the highway iffen ya don’t wanna pass

But it always will get you where you want to go

Through the rain and the sleet and the hail and the snow.

This friendship I have, it is special to me

Though it’s not really physical, it wouldn’t bother me

Cause I love that old one-barrel Holley carburetor

And I don’t heed the words of one Mr. Nader

But where’er I go people spit on her name

But I’ll love her and drive her, thanks just the same

Cause as long as she’s sure, I don’t care if she’s fast

And if you don’t like it you can **** up your ****.