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the Verses:
Maybe it was something I did in a former life. Maybe it was just written in the stars.
I get along pretty good with my wife, but women keep smashing up my cars.
I went to a party just the other night. Man, it was a real swingin’ bash.
I was almost having me a good time, ‘Til I heard that old familiar crash...
Put down a grand on a brand-new ride, barely signed the papers but then
Some demon doll put a dent in the side. Hello, Mr. Body Shop my friend.
Maybe I just bought the wrong color, could be that I picked the wrong years.
Most folks run their cars on cheap gasoline, but all of my cars just run on fear ...
the Chorus:
Women keep smashing up my cars.
It ain’t nothing personal, it’s just the way that things are...
Standing in the street outside a bar,
while women keep smashing up my cars.
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