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My father was Black, my mother was Decker
Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better
Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning
Cook at ninety eight point six degrees

Let me be the bull, and you be the pen
Such an easy way to glorify sin
If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs
Everything I have is yours, so take it

I come fully loaded with an option to buy
I've got a stick shift disposition and a four wheel mind
I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed
Total satisfaction absolutely guaranteed

Turbo boost libido and passive restraints
And as of yet I haven't heard even a single complaint
I've got the tools of the trade and a fuel injected heart
Efficiency is beautiful, efficiency is art
My father was Black, my mother was Decker    Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better    Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning    Cook at ninety eight point six degrees       Let me be the bull, and you be the pen    Such an easy way to glorify sin    If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs    Everything I have is yours, so take it       I come fully loaded with an option to buy    I've got a stick shift disposition and a four wheel mind    I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed    Total satisfaction absolutely guaranteed       Turbo boost libido and passive restraints    And as of yet I haven't heard even a single complaint    I've got the tools of the trade and a fuel injected heart    Efficiency is beautiful, efficiency is art