Thomas Dolby - The Key to Her Ferrari Lyrics
Don't want your moneyI just want the key to your FerrariDon't want your bedI don't want your bodyI just want the key to your FerrariI'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it -Scoot it - skid it - jam it -Rev it - skip it - gun it -Up and down the 101Don't want your loveDon't want your money, girlI said all I want is the key to your Ferrari.And then...! And then I saw her...She was a bright red '64 GTOWith fins and gills like some giant piranha fish,Some obscene phallic symbol on wheels....Little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseamAs I kicked those five hundred Italian horses into lifeAnd left reality behind me:Fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour...OH!My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousersAs we passed eighty, ninety miles an hour...And as we hit the magic hundred, I...Yes, my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior...And at that moment, I thought of my mother.Don't need no drugsDon't need no liquorSaid all I want is the key to your FerrariYour ruby lips - pa!your perfect figure - eech!I just want the key to your FerrariI'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it -Rip it - tear it - bare it -Ram it - repair it - scoot it -Up and down the 101Don't want your loveDon't want your money, girlI said all I want is the key to your Ferrari.He's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it -Rip it - skip it - gun it -Brake it - zoom it - vacuum itUp and down the 101Don't want your loveDon't want your money, girlI said all I want is the key to your FerrariOh, I just want the key to your Ferrari!('Cause aliens ate my Buick.)
