In the heart of the night, in a castle so old, Lives a lonely old vampire, with a tale yet untold. One fang missing, can't tell beast from man, Or a car from a carriage, he barely can. ... Mr. Perfect's Four 58, shining under moonlight, Selling dreams to a creature who fears the sunlight. Mr. Perfect's Four 58, a deal you can’t escape, Even a one-fanged vampire can't resist the shape. ... The vampire stares, confused by chrome and steel, “Is it alive or is it dead? How do I feel?” Mr. Perfect laughs, polishing the hood, “Don’t worry, my friend, it’s a car, not a wood.” ... Thunder cracks, shadows dance on the wall, But in the end, he buys it, he takes it all. One fang short, but a smile so wide, Driving into the night, with the moon as his guide. ... Mr. Perfect's Four 58, the deal was complete, A vampire on wheels, with a heartbeat so sweet. Mr. Perfect's Four 58, the castle fades away, Till the next night comes, and the shadows play. ... Driving through the night, four wheels on the ground, Mr. Perfect smiles, for the deal he found.
