Lyrics by Comrades Callmelennie and Stalin for Time.


Well I'm not bragging, babe so don't put me down,
But I've got the hottest engine block in town.
When someone comes up to me he don't even try,
But he brings a coat hanger for a hot dog fry.

She's my Little Chevy Volt,
You don't know what I got.

Just a little chevy volt with a lithium bat.
Ya know she'll walk a shopping cart like she's made of fat.
I'm really just relieved that it moves at all,
She'll do a hundredth of forty with my foot to the wall.

She's my Little Chevy Volt,
You don't know what I got.

There's no competition here, with the bailout cash,
And they scream like a banshee when the markets crash.
And when you start it up it might just flip its lid,
'Cause there's a pretty good chance it's gonna catch on fire.

Well parkin' it at home with the warning light on,
Ya know she blows the ion battery and then we're gone.
She gets pushed out of shape when the fire roars,
And I get rubber all over the floor.

She's my Little Chevy Volt,
You don't know what I got.