Well, let me introduce myself:
I'm quite a normal guy.
I've got a bag with problems hanging on my back,
But I don't know what kind of crisis this is that
They say we are living in 'cause I'm feeling fine,
(and) maybe that's because
My brand new conquest is by my side.
She's got a groovie style,
And she let me groove on it
She's driving me to places
Where I've never been
She is so cool, she looks so fine...
I'd never dreamed before of have such a prize!
But now I've got it, and you can see me smiling all the time.
And if I say "to the left!"
Then she goes to the left.
She is the only one who
Never denies me a date
She loves to enjoy
Her booze-ridden life.
She always needs a swig
Before starting to ride.
And, as I pay the bills,
She knows for sure that she belongs to me
I know it does not sound good,
In fact it sounds quite bad,
But if you let me explain myself
Maybe you'll understand
That she's not a girl she is my van,
The pretty chubby girl that is carrying my band
So if I'm happy it's 'cause I got myself a brand new car.
But you know, I'm short of money to pay those bills
So here comes when the good things turn into bad ones
'cause every little good thing always has its dark spot:
For six long long years my Brand New Car belongs to the bank.