Metal bent in the rain Steam rising off the hood Hazards blinking like a dare I swear I did the best I could The bumper’s kissing the pole My pride is on the floor I’m staring at the curb Like I’ve never seen before Hey Don’t stand so close Hey I know, I know You can't park there You can't park there Hey! hey You can't park there You can't park there You can't park there Move that mess Move that wreck A shopping cart at my door A cone in the passenger seat I’m trying to act cool While my tires admit defeat The tow truck rounds the bend Like it heard my bad luck song I raise one hand, dead still Like I knew it all along Hey Don’t stand so close Hey I know, I know You can't park there You can't park there Hey! hey You can't park there You can't park there You can't park there Move that mess Move that wreck Laugh if you want I already did I rolled up wrong Now I’m paying for it One more look One more stare Then the whole block screams You can't park there You can't park there You can't park there Hey! hey You can't park there You can't park there You can't park there Move that mess Move that wreck
