They see the car a-coming;
It's lookin' pretty bland
The finish ain't got no shine. . .
Worse than a minivan.
"Strut" their stuff, this fulsome pimpin'
Crew, and when they are on
The job, cars look too gaudy
Even for Kubla Khan.

After they'll have painted it,
'twill glow like radium,
Then they'll add a hood toy
Made of palladium.
When they've got done, there'll will be no
Place this car can hide.
For miles it will be showin'--
They're gonna pimp your ride.

You will roll down the street in
A big fancy shinin' cah,
And it will outdo Gaudi's
Work on the Sagrada.
And folks sure will see it comin',
Wheel covers spinnin'. See:
When you stop, they keep a-movin',
So keep your fingers free.

But it isn't free, all this pimpin';
Costs lots to make it look fine,
Because some decorations, though little,
Come from a gold mine.
Cars with fulsome pimpin'
Require a large outlay.
So if you are only middle
Crass, don't pass this way.