My car’s engine is so sweet,
I’d take it over anything so it cannot be beat.

My engine is so beautiful I’d never leave it last,
I love it so much I’d wish we’d had it in the past.

When you’re puttering running along the road,
but then you start sputtering and start to die,
That’s my cue to cry and cry and cry.
So, if we are stranded here ain’t we gonna die?

Dad, call Triple A.