Keep on Moving: De Luxe Remix

Driving down those city streets
Waiting to get down
Won't you get your big machine
Somewhere in this town?

Now in the parking lot garage
You'll find the proper place
Just follow all the written rules
You'll fit into the space

Pull up to my bumper baby
In your long black limousine
Pull up to my bumper baby
And drive it in between

Pull up, to it, don't drive, through it
Back it, up twice, now that, fit's nice

Operate around the clock
Why don't you come in?
I've got lot's of space for everyone
Why don't you my friend?

(Lines are short)
I'll pick you up so won't you please come on
Shiny sleek machine believe
It I've got to blow your horn

Pull up to my bumper baby
In your long black limousine
Pull up to my bumper baby
And drive it in between

Pull up to it, don't drive through it
Back it, up twice, now that fits nice
Race it, straighten it, let me lubricate
Pull up to my bumper baby

Well, she's all you'd ever want
She's the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
But she always knows her place
She's got style, she's got grace--she's a winner
She's a lady
Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
And the lady is mine

Well, she's never in the way
Always something nice to say, and what a blessin'
I can leave her on her own
Knowin' she's OK alone and there's no messin'
She's a lady
Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
And the lady is mine

Well, she never asks very much
And I don't refuse her
Always treat her with respect
I never would abuse her
What she's got is hard to find
And I don't want to lose her
Help me build a mountain
From a little pile of clay, hey hey hey

Well, she knows what I'm about
She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy
But she knows me through and through
And she knows just what to do and how to please me
She's a lady
Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
And the lady is mine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's a lady
Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady