I met a guy I used to know, who said: br "You take your '57 Karnak, now, br The model that they called their Coop de Veal br That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers-- br You take that car, owned by a nigger now br Likelier'n not, with half its chromium teeth br Knocked down its throat and aerial ripped off, br Side stitched with like bullets where the stripping's gone br And rust like a fungus spreading on the fenders, br br Well, what I mean, that fucking car still runs, br Even the moths in the upholstery are old br But it gets around, you see one on the street br Beat-up and proud, well, Jeezus what a country, br Where even the monuments keep on the move.