Aw c’mon, who painted these lines?! I rolled downtown in my big V8 Chrome so wide it could block the gate Found one spot by the five-and-dime But those little spaces oughta be a crime I eased in slow with a nervous grin Between both lines I squeezed it in Went to get out and head to the store Just to find out I couln't open the door Too much car for this parking lot Big ol’ tailfins eatin’ up the spot Back it up, crank the wheel, try once more When I park this thing I'll head to the store Oh, these compact spaces drive me insane Parking this land yacht is no end game Got me shifting gears all the time Till it comes to rest quite sublime Kid in a coupe just slid right in One little turn with a cocky grin Meanwhile I’m sawing at the wheel Sweating through my shirt like a busted seal Finally parked after forty tries Crooked as a politician’s alibis But I climbed out proud with a shaky laugh— Till I saw my bumper blocking handicap Oh, these compact spaces drive me insane Parking this land yacht is no end game Got me shifting gears all the time Till it comes to rest quite sublime Now, I gotta' find another parking space!
