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 passed 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.)