My father was Black, my mother was Decker

Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better

Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning

Cook at ninety eight point six degrees

Let me be the bull, and you be the pen

Such an easy way to glorify sin

If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs

Everything I have is yours, so take it

I come fully loaded with an option to buy

I've got a stick shift disposition and a four wheel mind

I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed

Total satisfaction absolutely guaranteed

Turbo boost libido and passive restraints

And as of yet I haven't heard even a single complaint

I've got the tools of the trade and a fuel injected heart

Efficiency is beautiful, efficiency is art