"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass by your line of vision ass-eye
You think that 'cause she smiles that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town, get funky, let's get down
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
You open up your mouth, amazed at what comes out
It's just a testimony that you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
Woah, woah, woah
You know you want to spangle but you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude, your reason to be rude
You think that 'cause she smiles that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town, get funky, let's get down
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
You open up your mouth, amazed at what comes out
It's just a testimony that you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
Woah, woah, woah
You stand and watch her pass by your line of vision ass-eye
You think that 'cause she smiles that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town, get funky, let's get down
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
You open up your mouth, amazed at what comes out
It's just a testimony that you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
Woah, woah, woah
You know you want to spangle but you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude, your reason to be rude
You think that 'cause she smiles that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later while in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town, get funky, let's get down
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
You open up your mouth, amazed at what comes out
It's just a testimony that you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no comprehension
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass bitch
Woah, woah, woah
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midget voice..haha. HAHA. i used to listen to this song everyday before id go to school. its be so damn loud and now im hard of hearing. i love all the potty words. spangle? machismo? machasma? miasma?