Grace Jones

Driving down those city streets,
Waiting to get down,
Want to ditch your big machine,
Somewhere in this town?

Now in the park and lock garage,
You'll find the proper place,
Just follow all the written rules,
You'll fit into the space.

Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
And drive it in between.

Pull up, to it, don't drive, through it,
Back it, up twice, now that, fit's nice.

(back up I'll pump your tire baby)

We operate around the clock,
So won't you please come in?
There's lot's of space for everyone,
Plus one for you my friend?

The lines are short,
I'll fix you up so won't you please come on,
That shiny, sleek machine you wheel,
I've got to blow your horn.

Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
Drive it in between.

Pull up to it, don't drive through it,
Back it, up twice, now that fits nice,
Grease it, spray it, let me luricate it,
Pull up to my bumper baby. (to end)