Brown Mercury Comet (The Frustrators)

My window won't roll up because the handle's all screwed up The fumes I'm breathing in will make me vomit But that don't make me frown, I'm showing all the town My brown Mercury Comet. My friends gotta climb in through my door. Their side don't work no more There's paint, tape, and bondo there upon it But that won't slow me down I follow chicks around In my brown Mercury Comet I'm under it all day and in it every night The brakes may squeal, but I still feel everything's alright. If someone wants to race I look him in the face I never win but still I like to flaunt it With no muffler I have found I have the winning sound In my brown Mercury Comet