little blue bomb
  is waiting for me
  i sit right down and turn the key
  she starts to roll
  burning down the west highway
  she's goin' to where she belongs
  don't tell me she's just a car
  slip sliding along
  my stomach
  we make a stop at chez denny
  i'm all filled up
  Simca
  feeling sick again
  going to someplace where she belongs
  don't tell me she's just a car
  rolling down the road
  the red light starts to shine
  i slow it down
  can't push too hard
  because she might complain
  you know where that will leave me tomorrow
  don't tell me she's just a car
  there is where she'll stay