Brown Mercury Comet Lyrics

My window won't roll up because the handle's all screwed up

The fumes I'm breathing in will make me vomit

But that don't make me frown, I'm showing all the town

My brown Mercury Comet.



My friends gotta climb in through my door. Their side don't work no more

There's paint, tape, and bondo there upon it

But that won't slow me down I follow chicks around

In my brown Mercury Comet



I'm under it all day and in it every night

The brakes may squeal, but I still feel everything's alright.



If someone wants to race I look him in the face

I never win but still I like to flaunt it

With no muffler I have found I have the winning sound

In my brown Mercury Comet