When I am choosing my car of life
It is not a Ferrari, I want to drive
Porsche or Merc are not what I am
Nor Tesla or Lambo, and neither BM
For my car of life, I 'm ignoring all class
What I want is just a big bus made of glass
A huge glass bus for all to fit in
my family and friends will all be within
We will drive along roads tremendously nice
We'll enjoy our great journey to paradise
Come, join the bus now, no need for ticket or fee
Your place is reserved in that big glass bus of me
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