Fury 58

Arnie's new love doesn't wear high heels

Born in Detroit, she's no ordinary lady

Destroys anyone who stands in her way

Grinding them to pulp under her wheels

How was he to know

He was soon to be under ground?

Her evil blood-red soul

Would become his doom

Her name's Christine, a Plymouth Fury 58

Within her chassis lurks the urges to kill

Indestructible vengeance

Is standard equipment

Watch out

This baby's fueled with hate

How was he to know

He was soon to be underground?

Her evil blood-red soul

Would become his doom

Nothing gets between Arnie and Christine

Red, hot and deadly

She's a killing machine

Bad to the bone, so full of hate

A supernatural evil

She's a Fury 58

She's a Fury 58

Arnie's consumed with desire and passion

For her sleek, rounded, chrome laden body

A marriage made in hell, she's the devil incarnate

Demands his complete, unquestioned devotion

How was he to know

He was soon to be underground?

Her evil blood-red soul

Would become his doom

Nothing gets between Arnie and Christine

Red, hot and deadly

She's a killing machine

Bad to the bone, so full of hate

A supernatural evil

She's a Fury 58

She's a Fury 58