The B-52s - Devil in My Car Lyrics

Help! The devil's in my car.
Help! The devil's in my car.
Help! The devil's in my car.
Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please
Please! Leave me alone!

We're really tearin' tar.
We're goin' 90 miles an hour.
Ho! He's drivin' me crazy.
He's drivin' me to Hell now.

He's pointing his pitchfork at me.
He's in the front seat of my car!
He's taking over!
Ooh, he ripped my upholstery.
He's at the wheel,
Help! The devil's in my car.
Help! He's drivin' too far.

Ooh!
Whoa!
I can't lock the door,
I can't put on my safety belt.
There's nothing for me to do but yell help!
Devil's in my car!
I'm goin' to Hell in my old Chevrolet,
I don't know which way.
Oh, help! Devil's in my car!
Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far.
I won't see ya tomorrow.
I won't see ya anymore.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail.

Oh-oh, I don't want to go to Hell.
(I don't want to go to the devil.)
He's in my car, in my car, in my car.

Oh-wah!
The radio gives me static,
There's nothing on my CB.
Oh, help! the devil's in my car.
Oh, he's in my car. He's in my car.
The devil's in my car.
We're turning off the road.
Oh! Where ya taking me devil?
Oh! He's grinning door to door.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Help me!
Oh, I don't want to go to Hell.
(I don't want to go to the devil.)
He's in my car.

Freeway to Hell.
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the tollbooth)
We're burning up the road