Drive, He Said

<p>On a desert road that steamed the sky<br/>With the windows up and the air on high<br/>I was off the stage, I was on the mend<br/>With a solo drive to a holiday weekend<br/>My thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop<br/>When a wind came hissing through the vents<br/>And I felt my sneakers growing tense<br/>My forehead broke in a cold, cold sweat<br/>In the rearview mirror was a silhouette<br/>Then I heard the doorlocks take a dive<br/>And a whisper screamed &quot;Don&#x27;t turn around, just drive&quot;<br/><br/>Scratch! Dressed in red--pointy tail and horn-rimmed head<br/>And a widow&#x27;s peak like Eddie Munster<br/>I sat frozen in my seat--&quot;We haven&#x27;t had the chance to meet...<br/>Are you a singing telegram or something?&quot;<br/>He just flashed a hellish smile--&quot;Let&#x27;s go driving for a while&quot;<br/>He held something in his hand I&#x27;d never seen before<br/>It was my Chevrolet&#x27;s pink slip<span><br/>Scratch! Evil eye<br/>&quot;Step on it, boy, if you want to stay alive&quot; he said<br/>&quot;Don&#x27;t look surprised, you know what I want<br/>I&#x27;ve lived for years inside your trunk, so drive&quot; he said<br/>&quot;Let&#x27;s get talking business, son--you ain&#x27;t fooling anyone<br/>I know just what you want to be--now it&#x27;s time to work for me, so drive&quot;<br/><br/>If this is a nasty dream<br/>I&#x27;d prefer to wake up here<br/>I believe the point is clear...<br/><br/>Scratch! Out of my car!<br/>He said &quot;Ha! I&#x27;ve come too far...<br/>Besides, I kinda like the velour seatcovers&quot;<br/>God, help me! What do I do?<br/>&quot;Shut up boy, it&#x27;s too late for you...now drive!<br/>All you phonies get it wrong--double lives take half us long<br/>Should have kept your windows clean--now I&#x27;m part of this machine<br/>You&#x27;ve got a good 80,000 miles left<br/>Before the recall...&quot;<br/><br/>If this is a nasty dream<br/>I believe the point&#x27;s quite clear<br/>I&#x27;d prefer to wake up here<br/><br/>I started humming Amazing Grace<br/>He said &quot;Come on, boy, give me a break&quot;<br/>So I hit the brakes with both my feet<br/>And sent two horns through the bucket seat<br/>Then the locks shut up as the grace came down<br/>I said &quot;Here&#x27;s the keys--I&#x27;ll be walking back to town...&quot;