Lyrics: Buzzcocks. Fast Cars.

They're nice and precise
Each one begins and ends
They may win you admirers
But they'll never earn you friends

Fast cars
Fast cars
Fast cars
I hate fast cars

They're so depressing
Going 'round and 'round
Ooh, they make me dizzy
Oh, fast cars, they run me down

Fast cars
Fast cars
Fast cars
I hate fast cars

Sooner or later
You're gonna listen to Ralph Nader
I don't wanna cause a fuss
Oh, but fast cars are so dangerous

Fast cars
Fast cars
Fast cars
I hate fast cars, fast cars

Fat cars
Fast cars
I hate fast cars