I lived my life in the boardwalk street
Spending pennies to overdrink
Now I trade my horse for a strage machine
This cannot run like my old christine

I don’t know how I ended up here
But I can tell weird shit I see
Tight up pants n’ monster walls
And this damn good music rock n’ roll

Oh, my
You conquered my heart wit fire, baby
So righ
Your eyes are deadly weapom, honey

So I run to find my dear christine
Kill those mans with gasoline
I trade machine for a fire gun
Thrown the fuel and made it burn