Car Jamming Tonight they're closing up the world N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that funk multi national Anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks Then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness n' Agent Orange color blindness As we works from door to door The violence in the carpets The mirror of his wife Drives the slum bum dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Hive like bees The body in the ice Box has no date for freeeeeze
CHORUS In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell