Car Butt

I drive around on my butt like a car

Picture Mario Kart, no kart

And the gas, that's farts

If I can stand up, then I found a place to park

It's the opposite of Pixar's Cars

Acting like a car with the body of a person

As opposed to vice versa

I'm like a Merc, you're a Nissan Versa

My behind is my vehicle

Like a lady I sit down when I need to go

Fully tinted shades and I keep it low

The eyes are the window to the Kia Soul

If I'm winking that's my blinker

If I'm blinking that's my cautions

It's how I let you know this where the fog is

It's less a steering wheel and more a sausage

Yep, it is as you feared

My Johnny's how I steer

I know it looks weird, but I'm only switching gears

And my motor oil is beer

The windshield wiper fluid is my tears

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school I used my buttocks as a Lam

A Lamborghini not a sheep

I'm a Ram you're a Nissan Leaf

I drive around on my butt like a car

Picture Mario Kart no kart

And the gas that's farts

If I can stand up

Then I found a place to park

Half-chub full throttle

Why would someone do this? God knows

Try to dodge a route with cobbles

I just bruised my tookus: pothole

If I'm going (BEEP) I'm in reverse

Grabbed the shaft and she put it in first

If I'm in a crash, I won't get hurt

The airbag is a pillow in my shirt

I don't have a car alarm, I just scream

I don't have tires, just jeans

I just got a wax: butt cheeks

Cables on my nippies, jump me

You call yourself a car guy?

I'm a freaking car guy

Woodgrain make a hard right

And I sound congested when I start like

(congested noises)