Thin Black Line lyrics

I want a fifty thousand motor car cavalcade shaking up america's highways. I want a sixty-nine el camino leading, going 125 on 66. a parade... real sharp jars full of I love you, roll it, butterfly, stick shift convoy. engine sound, sensurround. my grease monkey needs speed! a parade goes by, this time I won't cry. is taking it's time... thin, black line. I want dust storms releasing, going one way on the desert dessert tray. fin-skimming winging thing, rumble roar revealing...