My father was Black, my mother was Decker 

Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better 

Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning 

Cook at ninety eight point six degrees 

Let me be the bull, and you be the pen 

Such an easy way to glorify sin 

If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs 

Everything I have is yours, so take it 

I come fully loaded with an option to buy 

I've got a stick shift disposition and a four wheel mind 

I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed 

Total satisfaction absolutely guaranteed 

Turbo boost libido and passive restraints 

And as of yet I haven't heard even a single complaint 

I've got the tools of the trade and a fuel injected heart 

Efficiency is beautiful, efficiency is art