Citroën with a wing on top

When I take you out tonight wiv me,
darlin' this is 'ow it's gonna be.
You will sit behind those growling 90 'orses,
in the sweetest Saxo you will see.

Corsas, Golfs and Kas better do one,
when I take you out in the Citroën,
when I take you out in the Citroën,
with the wing, on top.

Hear that bored-out exhaust a-rumble,
even at the slowest of trundle,
old bids at their curtains will grumble,
and their ears, will pop.

The wheels are alloy,
the grille's debadged,
The seats are pre-owned Recaro.
Wiv Alpine speakers a hundred watts each
to blow you right into tomorrow.

Undersill lighting, winkin' and blinkin',
aint no cooler car i'm a thinkin'
you can keep your car if your thinkin'
'at I'd care to swap,
for that maxed out little Citroën,
with the wing on the top.

Did you say the sporty seats were red?
Wouldn't have no other ones but red.
Would you say the exhaust makes a noise like thunder?
Loud enough to wake the blinkin' dead.

The world will know that we're on a mission,
when I take you out in the Citroën,
when I take you out in the Citroën,
with the wing, on top.

Anyone whose thinkin' of tryin',
of takin' me at the lights'll be cryin'
eating my dust as I go a flyin'
when the clutch, I drop.

They'll see my tail lights,
as i bowl along
they're never catching me ever.
If i see a copper
I will slow right down
and give 'im a look of, whatever.

Don't cha wish I'd fly past the Gatso?
Don't cha wish I'd fly past the Gatso?
Don't cha wish I'd fly past the Gatso?
and you'd get a shot,
of that maxed out little Citroën,
with the wing on the top.