[Verse 1: Boogie-rock male lead, rowdy and rolling] Got a car lot out on Route Nine Twenty-two clunkers in a crooked line Every windshield got the truth in grease pen Leaks oil, eats belts, might not start again Pickup with a heater that'll only blow hot Sedan with a trunk that'll never quite lock I sell more honest junk than the dealer sells new 'Cause I'm the only man in town who never lied to you [Pre-Chorus: Boogie-rock male lead] No shine, no spin, no balloon on the pole What you see is what you drive, and what you drive is gonna roll [Chorus: Boogie-rock male lead, the whole band stomping on the riff] No warranty, no promises, sold as is Every flaw on the window where the sticker price lives You can drive it off the lot, you can push it down the road No warranty, no promises, sold as is [Verse 2: Boogie-rock male lead, faster, pointing across the road] Over the road there's a palace made of glass Forty balloons and a tube man flapping his arms Salesman named Chet with his teeth all bleached Selling zero down and a deal out of reach Every shiny sedan with a lemon in the hood Dies on the ramp, but the paperwork looks good Lawyers in the lobby and the phone off the hook His customers walking over here for a look [Pre-Chorus: Boogie-rock male lead] No shine, no spin, no balloon on the pole What you see is what you drive, and what you drive is gonna roll [Chorus: Boogie-rock male lead, the whole band stomping on the riff] No warranty, no promises, sold as is Every flaw on the window where the sticker price lives You can drive it off the lot, you can push it down the road No warranty, no promises, sold as is [Bridge: Boogie-rock male lead, whoa-oh hookline, the band locks on one riff] Whoa-oh, the bank put the palace on the block Whoa-oh, the auctioneer is talking like a clock Every dealer in the county with a paddle in his hand I just raise my grease pen and I take the whole damn land [Verse 3: Boogie-rock male lead, sly, then roaring] Now I got two lots facing on Route Nine Forty balloons popping in a crooked line Chet's on my payroll with a rag and a pail Writing all the truth on the windows for sale Shiny glass palace with a sign out front Leaks, smokes, lies, and it's mine for a month [Chorus: Boogie-rock male lead, the whole band stomping on the riff] No warranty, no promises, sold as is Every flaw on the window where the sticker price lives You can drive it off the lot, you can push it down the road No warranty, no promises, sold as is [End]
