I played it in "C", with "A" at 440, but then when I sang it, I transposed it down to either "B-flat" or "A" (I forget).
Anyhow, here are the words. As I said, I take no credit since I lifted about half of them from an old song I heard years ago.
“BUILT TO CRASH” (
The SVX Song by Cappy)
Well, I got me a car that I call “Built to Crash”,
It was made by Subaru but it sure ain’t no trash.
It goes a hundred fifty five, I know for a fact,
And the one I got does 90 in a quarter-mile track.
It’s called an SVX, and I don’t know what that means
But it eats high octane gas, like a NASCAR machine.
The first day that I saw it on the showroom floor
I just knew I had to get one if it made me poor.
So I sold all of my toys and borrowed to the hilt
‘cause it cost a freakin’ fortune, but oh man was it built.
When I got a credit rating, I just had to go
And to get this car, I traded in my used Volvo.
Well, welcome to the real world, stay to the right;
The only time you dream is in your bed at night.
When you grow to be a man, sep’rate from the boys,
The only thing that’s diff’rent is the size of the toys.
So let me tell you ‘bout old “Built to Crash”
The front seat is covered in cigarette ash.
The trunk it smells like beer, and vomit and piss
And the back seat is where I got my first real kiss.
It took ten years to pay off all those personal loans
But for fifteen years it’s been my second home.
Well, welcome to the real world, stay to the right;
The only time you dream is in your bed at night.
When you grow to be a man, sep’rate from the boys,
The only thing that’s diff’rent is the size of the toys.
Well, I got me a woman, it was love at first sight,
We’ve been married for ten years now and we hardly ever fight.
We’re payin’ all our bills; we’re not owned by the bank
‘cause my wife’s a CPA and I’ve got her to thank.
We own two other cars, both were paid with cash,
But my heart’s still driving old “Built to Crash”.
I go to work in a Saturn sedan
My wife she drives a Lexus, but whenever she can,
She’ll ask me when I’m gonna junk that death-trap on wheels,
But I guess she’ll never understand how good it feels.
I pray we’ll never part, to the Jesus on the dash
Of my rusted, dusted broken in, “Built to Crash”.
(repeat chorus)
“Well, welcome to the real world, stay to the right…”
I think I’ll drive on up to garbage hill,
Where the ghost of adolescence is living still.
I’ll smoke a couple of Cubans I snuck over the bridge,
And watch the sun go down over Pleasant Ridge.
That’s how I get away from this reality trash
Just me and Fidel Castro, and old “Built to Crash”.