I bought me an auto, an '81 Ford Escort Wagon

Now the fan it be broke and the tail-pipe it be draggin'

I feel like a schlemiel, my mechanic's fit for hangin'

I got to go to Rust Check , 'bout the price I'll be hagglin'

I can't drive it home because the muffler it be saggin'

Got a car full of pain



Satan's is my engine, Beelzebub's in my trunk

Mephistopheles' at the wheel because I'm too gosh darn drunk

Baal's my passenger and Lucifer's beside him

A demon's in the coolant, I got bats in the transmission

This Escort needs an exorcism, Pan is to blame

Got a car full of pain



I put a tiger in my tank, I let a champ spark my gas

Now I got's a demon in the hood, a pain in the ass

I think the seats are broken (Oh, no)

Okay play us some blues on that harp

Blind Lemon Trevor!

[Insert Trevor's cool harmonica solo here]



Please, please mister, take your blessed wrench

Cast out this demon horde and replace the brimstone stench

With the smell of gasoline, a heavenly muffled roar

I'll worship you oh Speedy man, Mister Goodwrench even more

Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh God, let it run



And now it purrs just like a kitten, it roars just like a lion (Roar!? What?)

I purrs just like a temple golden carved by the Mayans

Here comes the mechanic, oh no, how much?

Four hundred bucks, you piece of slime, you smell and you suck

Your father was a jackal, your mom's his sister's bitch

Got a car full of pain



Yeah I got a car full of pain

I got a car full of pain

I got a car full of pain

Got a car full of pain

I got a car full of pain

I got a car full of pain

Car full of, car full of,