The Key To Her Ferrari

There was one room in her house that was always kept locked. It was the garage. I don't want your love don't want your money I just want the key to your Ferrari don't want your bed don't want your body I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rev it - shake it - brake it skid it - squeal it - stick it drop it - hop it - rip it up and down the 101 don't want your love don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari. And then I saw her... she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins and gills like some giant piranha fish, some obscene phallic symbol on wheels... little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam as I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into life and left reality behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers as we hit eighty, ninety miles an hour... and as we pa*sed the magic100 my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior... And at that moment, I thought of my mother. Don't need no drugs don't need no liquor all I want is the key to your Ferrari your ruby lips - pa! your perfect figure - eech! I just want the key to your Ferrari I'm gonna rev it - shake it - brake it skid it - squeal it - stick it drop it - hop it - rip it up and down the 101 don't want your love don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari. He's gonna rev it - gun it - skid it skip it - shoot it - toot it brake it - zoom it - vacuum it up and down the 101 don't want your love don't want your money, girl I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari I just want the key to your Ferrari! ('cause aliens ate my Buick.)