[Me]
Hey tire man have you got a deal
'Cause I'm outta tread and hear a squeal, oh no
The situation's dire
Don't you know, I need tires

[Salesman]
Really surprised you haven't wrecked this coupe
'Cause your tires are as slick as pigeon poop, oh yeah
So what you require
One, two, three, four new tires

[Me]
You see I've been leaving long black skid marks
About everywhere
They look just like the skid marks I leave
In my underwear

[Salesman]
It's good you came in, I got just what you need
Every sale is final so my profit's guaranteed
All you need
Is to be a buyer
Of these top-dollar tires

[Me]
Here's my card, give me tires
Now I'm broke and I'm tired