Good morning, it's 3 a.m in this great roaring city. Full of garbage eaters, ravaging, parking spots beneath my plaza window. I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels.
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels. I am a 1952 Studebaker coupe. I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels. I am a 1952 starlite coupe. . En route, les Souterrains.