Thin Black Line

I want a fifty thousand motor car cavalcade
shaking up america's highways.
I want a sixty-nine el camino leading,
going 125 on 66.
a parade...

real sharp jars full of I love you,
roll it, butterfly,
stick shift convoy.
engine sound, sensurround.
my grease monkey needs speed!

a parade goes by,
this time I won't cry.
is taking it's time...
thin, black line.

I want dust storms releasing,
going one way
on the desert dessert tray.
fin-skimming winging thing,
rumble roar revealing...