Your favorite automotive related song lyric(s)

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

No goat is meaner

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

Burn your ass right off the line

Check Mr. Popeye, Bonneville Banzai

Stalled at the standby ain't got no alibi

Demolished dragonfly hyena battle cry

Primer gray, gold inlay

Gamma ray, get out the way that

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

Hauless Hyena, burn your ass right off the line

Rat fink beret bomb Bombay

Puree Pompeii to consume

That Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

Hauless Hyena, Burn your ass right off the line

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

No goat is meaner

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

Burn your ass right off the line

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

No stingray meaner

Haulass Hyena, Haulass Hyena

Burn your ass right off the line

Then there is this. NSFW, offensive, not terribly good, but I find it hilarious.

https://www.youtube.com/embed/BYrr4VFicBY

East bound and down...

I'll try for some funnies, 'Beep-Beep' (The Little Nash Rambler) and

"Rusty Chevrolet" by Da Yoopers

Dashing through the snow

in my Rusty Chevrolet

Down the road I go

Sliding all the way

I need new piston rings

I need some new snow tires

My car is held together

By a piece of chicken wire

CHORUS

Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke

The door just blew away

I light a match to see the dash

And then I start to pray

The frame is bent, the muffler went

The radio, it's okay

Oh what fun it is to drive

This Rusty Chevrolet

I went to the IGA

To get some Christmas cheer

I just passed up my left front tire

And it's getting hard to steer

Speeding down the highway

Right past the Neguanee cops

I have to drag my swampers

Just to get the car to stop

(chorus)

Bouncing through the snowdrifts

In a big blue cloud of smoke

People laugh as I drive by

And I wonder what's the joke

Got to get to Shop-Ko

To pick up the lay-away

'Cause Santa Claus is coming soon

In his big old rusty sleigh

(chorus)

From The Who's "My Wife":

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

I love the concept of putting on lead boots and going for a drive.

From The Who's "Goin' Mobile":

Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home
When I'm mobile

I love the line about being an air conditioned gypsy. The song is about living in an RV, but that is just a big car right?

Well who's junk pile piece of shh-velle is this?

Did you boys come here to race or just kiss?

Hmmm don't you want to know what I got underneath my hood

I know she might sound like she's missin

But honey she could teach you a lesson

In just a quarter mile and I'll smoke you good

I can't believe no one mentioned this!!

Jesus on the dashboard

T-minus whenever it feels right

Galaxy 5-0-0

Planets align

A king is born

From the deepest, darkest depths of...WHITBY!

Comes this sordid tale of speed...

Murderous mayhem..

Cataclysmic combustion...

Picturesque powered pistons...

Accelerating automotive alarms...

Stunningly stupifying stereo stunts!

One man... a dream... a car... a 1984... Plymouth... HORIZON...

Or elastica:

I hardly know you

But I think I'm going to

Let's go siesta

In your Ford Fiesta

Every gleaming bonnet

Makes me think of my back on it

L-O-L-A.....Lola.

Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin' new E36 M3 by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own E36 M3, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' Jockin' the....

..............

A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin' that GTA

Edit: I missed the part about favorite song. Another one from Cake- Satan is my motor

"Souped Up Ford."

Rory Gallagher.

Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy, He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby", He got another one that just say "hey"

But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

Well, the distance and beep beep have already been mentioned...

In reply to Gearheadotaku:

How could I forget Rusty Chevrolet! https://www.youtube.com/embed/50IgzksUqpQ

Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her honda. - mix-a-lot

What you think I rap for, to push a berkeleying RAV4. -Kanye (With his massive debt I secretly hope to see him in a Toyota ad asking Jan, "Where dem RAV4s is at, I got kids to drive around now bitch")

Robert Johnson, Terraplane Blues:

And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
Who been drivin' my Terraplane for you since I been gone?

I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow
Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine
I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow
Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below

I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil
I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil
I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas

Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark
Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged
But I'm cryin', please, please don't do me wrong
Who been drivin' my Terraplane now for you since I been gone?

Mr. highway man, please don't block the road
Please, please don't block the road
'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
You, you hear me weep and moan
Who been drivin' my Terraplane now for you since I been gone?

Woody wrote: L-O-L-A.....Lola.

Hmm, I see what you did there...;)

It's a Pontiac

A '63 Stratochief, with a three on the tree

And it belongs to me

And my baby, Her and me go driving down old highway seventeen

She puts on the radio

Rolls down the window

Lays her head back

It's a Pontiac

It ain't got no wild horses painted on the side

And the objects in the mirror are precisely their own size

It's got a chrome Indian in front of the door

Might be an Apache or an Arapaho

Or a Pontiac

Little Duece Coupe has been already been mentioned, so here a couple of others.

But parked in the rickety old garage was a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge.

Better apply some brake real soon, or else they'll have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon.

"My pappy said 'Son you're gonna drive me to drinkin if you don't stop drivin that HOT. ROD. LINCOLN'"

"To be wayyy heyy tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are weeeee
From Wilmette to Gary, There's none that's so hairy, and we always collect our fee!
To be wayyy heyy, tow them away,
We plunder the streets of your town!
Be it Edsel or Chevy, There's no car too heavy and no one can make us shut down!!"

Jump back, what's that sound ?

Here she comes, full blast and top down.

Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.

Model citizen zero discipline

Don't you know she's coming home with me?

You'l lose her in the turn.

I'll get her!

Panama, Panama Panama, Panama

Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine.

Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean.

Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue,

Got an on-ramp comin' through my bedroom.

Don't you know she's coming home with me?

You'll lose her in the turn.

I'll get her!

Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight.

I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it.

Ah, you reach down, between my legs, ease the seat back.

She's blinding, I'm flying,

Right behind the rear-view mirror now.

Got the feeling, power steering,

Pistons popping, ain't no stopping now!

Panama, Panama Panama, Panama

Richard Thompson - MGB-GT:

Oh, I've got a little car and she might go far She's the mistress of my heart now She's a '65 with an overdrive And I fixed her in every part now

Two in the front and two in the back A hundred and ten on the old hog's back

My MGB-GT, she's a runner now MGB-GT Oh, my MGB-GT, she's a runner now

Oh, I welded the sills and the old floor pan Cut the rust with the torch and the hacksaw Took the restyles off, put the spoke wheels on Got a brand new Salisbury axle

When I come to town the girls all smile They say, "Here's the man with the retro style"

My MGB-GT, she's a runner now MGB-GT Oh, my MGB-GT, she's a runner now

Lockheed discs and twin SU's Original chrome on the grill now She looks like a dream in her racing green Competition's standing still now

I sprayed up her body, I strengthened the frame I stripped her right down and I built her up again

Now an Alpine's fine if you've got the time And a Healey'll set you back some And a TR4 costs a little bit more But it don't have the same attraction

Hard top handy, in case of the weather I don't care if it rains forever

In my MGB-GT, she's a runner now MGB-GT In my MGB-GT, she's a runner now MGB-GT In my MGB-GT, she's a runner now

Took a look down a westbound road, right away I made my choice Headed out to my big two-wheeler, I was tired of my own voice Took a bead on the northern plains and just rolled that power on

Bob Seger -- Roll Me Away

That song always reminds me of my own wanderlust that goes way, way under-indulged.