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.)