[Verse 1: Rumbling stoner-rock male lead, heavy stoner-rock verse, thick fuzz guitar riff] Friday night on Mott Street, quarter to eight Every car on the block doing circles of hate Little gap by the hydrant, it's legal, I checked Every driver on the street rolled by it and wept Here I come rolling slow in my uncle's old boat Long as a sermon in a camel hair coat Pull up past the gap and I drop it in reverse Old men on the stoop like they paid for a verse Arm across the seat and my eyes in the glass Cut it hard, let it roll, let the whole thing pass One move, no touch, and the hubcaps sing Six inches from the curb like I measured the thing [Hook: Rumbling stoner-rock male lead, full band, thick fuzz guitar riff, slow pounding drums] Hand on the wheel and an arm on the seat Back it in, back it in, one move on the street You can circle the block, you can cry for a spot I been backing it in with the room that you got [Verse 2: Rumbling stoner-rock male lead, stoner-rock shouted verse, fuzz bass] Now they pay me on Fridays to park what they drive Fifty a pop and I'm keeping the block alive Saturday morning, new neighbor moving in Twenty-four foot truck and a nervous grin Every space on Mott got a car in the slot Except the little gap where I park what I got He said ain't no way, I said hand me the key Whole stoop went quiet, even old Miss Lee Mirrors folded in and I'm sitting up high Twenty-four feet and a hydrant nearby Inch by inch with the block holding breath Nothing on the right and a prayer on the left [Hook: Rumbling stoner-rock male lead, full band, thick fuzz guitar riff, slow pounding drums] Hand on the wheel and an arm on the seat Back it in, back it in, one move on the street You can circle the block, you can cry for a spot I been backing it in with the room that you got [Riff Break: Rumbling stoner-rock male lead, curb hit, the band rings one fuzzed chord while he inches back, then one massive hit when the tire kisses the curb] Little more, little more, I can feel where it ends Six inches of nothing is my closest of friends Kiss! And the whole stoop jumping off of the steps That's a twenty-four footer with an inch to spare left Neighbor on the sidewalk couldn't find him a word I just handed him the key and I tipped him a bird [Final Hook: Rumbling stoner-rock male lead, riff back heavier, raw full voice] Hand on the wheel and an arm on the seat Back it in, back it in, one move on the street You can circle the block, you can cry for a spot I been backing it in with the room that you got [End]
