Letra de The Tough Sell
"She's a beauty, yes sir she is", said EZ Dan 55, a bad age, smelling of Brut from Fabergé and sweat EZ Dan don't bathe a lot these days And why the hell should he anyway?"She's got a few miles on her, but then again, who don't?" He said with a slight chuckle The recent Binaca blast still lingering on his breath And besides Them's highway milesI shifted my weight from one foot to the other It certainly wasn't the car of my dreams, but the price was right And EZ Dan assured me the mid 70's were a particularly nice period For Chrysler products in general and this one is a volaréAnd besides Finally having an eight-track means I can play All them tapes I ain't been able to listen to Since high-schoolSo, we stuffed EZ Dan's body in the trunk and hauled ass out of town But somewhere just past the middle of nowhere the fuel pump blew And the oil pump too And the piston rods hurled straight through the engine block Dropping oil, gasoline, water and anti-freeze onto the Alabama red clay belowAin't that a bitch? I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love