On a hot afternoon in the month of May my friend Jack and I took a ride one day. Jack said al wanna see what I bought so we drove to Brandon a Toyota lot, many cars shining with brand new paint but the car I liked most was supra saint, it was a pretty bright red and a 3 liter kicker, but Jack said no I got something better, we walked on by and I wanted to cry but just right then and suddenly now what Jack said next made me have a cow, (I'm trading in my carolla for guess what...... another carolla) Dude what the fuck. [Sub chorus] jacks got a new car, it's the same car but a new same car not an old same car, so his old same car traded for his new same car so now this car is the same old car. [Chorus]faster faster Toyota power minute by minute hour by hour pedal to the metal this car doesn't fly but instead gets a fifty mile-per-gallon ride. Nothing new in this car just a bigger dashboard, same backseat same color same door same floor, jack saw me glum thought he'd cheer me up so he took us out to eat till we filled our gut. After our errands I was settled down in the front seat of the same car same street same radio feed, with all the eating and and the stressful travel we headed towards my house for some smoke and babble [Chorus]faster faster Toyota power minute by minute hour by hour pedal to the metal this car doesn't fly but instead gets a fifty mile-per-gallon ride.
