I'm in love
But I don't know if my parents are ready to meet her
My heart beats quicker
To meet the tick, tick, tick of the signal blinker
Sunday mornings
We pull back the satin sheet
And tell the man with the pump
Fill her up with premium
Gasoline

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

One, two, three, four, five, six
My car's got a million holes

Refined unleaded
I find I'm indebted
It's the perfect perfume
You can quote me, I said it!
And she's warm inside
With electric heat
I found heaven
And fifty cents between those black leather seats
Ah!

And I don't have to ask her to take it off
'Cause I can't get off
And it doesn't have the same effect anymore
And now, my favorite time of day
Is with the cushion seats and my foot against the engine floor
And I say goodbye to my life, the one that I left behind
And hello to my new wife, my brand new bowtie
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
My car's got a million holes