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