I'm in love But I don't know if my parents are ready to meet her My heart beats quicker To meet the tick, tick, tick of the signal blinker Sunday mornings We pull back the satin sheet And tell the man with the pump Fill her up with premium Gasoline Ah, ah, ah, ah! One, two, three, four, five, six My car's got a million holes Refined unleaded I find I'm indebted It's the perfect perfume You can quote me, I said it! And she's warm inside With electric heat I found heaven And fifty cents between those black leather seats Ah! And I don't have to ask her to take it off 'Cause I can't get off And it doesn't have the same effect anymore And now, my favorite time of day Is with the cushion seats and my foot against the engine floor And I say goodbye to my life, the one that I left behind And hello to my new wife, my brand new bowtie Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve My car's got a million holes