[Intro] (Fast, syncopated drum rimshots) (Heavy, driving funk bassline kicks in immediately) (Scratchy, rhythmic 70s chorus guitar) [Verse 1] The engine’s whining like a fuckin’ ghost in the vents Every dollar I make is already pre-spent There’s a rattle in the dash, a leak in the seal But I’m feeling like a king behind this plastic wheel Got a cigarette burn and a coffee stain And I’m humming like a motor through the light summer rain [Chorus] It’s just junkyard gold, baby, rolling down the street Keeping time with the fuckin' rhythm and the heavy beat It ain’t pretty, it ain’t fast, it ain’t new But it’s got enough soul to get me back to you (Snappy bass pop) [Verse 2] Tape deck’s hungry, it ate my favorite song But the radio’s working so I’m singing along Passing all the shiny cars stuck in the lane With their fuckin' air-con and their polished-up pain I’m just leaning out the window, catching the breeze Cruising through the city with a casual ease [Chorus] It’s just junkyard gold, baby, rolling down the street Keeping time with the fuckin' rhythm and the heavy beat It ain’t pretty, it ain’t fast, it ain’t new But it’s got enough soul to get me back to you [Bridge] (Bass takes the lead—very aggressive, walking funk groove) (Wah-wah guitar effects start swirling) (Gravelly laugh) Yeah, let it rattle... Don't give a fuckin' damn about the check engine light Everything’s burning just right. [Guitar Solo] (Upbeat, bluesy psychedelic solo with heavy 70s chorus and fuzz) (Drums get more active with more fills) [Chorus] It’s just junkyard gold, baby, rolling down the street Keeping time with the fuckin' rhythm and the heavy beat It ain’t pretty, it ain’t fast, it ain’t new But it’s got enough soul to get me back to you [Outro] Just junkyard gold... Sparking on the asphalt... (Heavy bass slide down the neck) (Abrupt drum hit) (Vinyl crackle remains for a second) [End]
