Why did you have to say that? Now I don't feel safe OK so maybe it's true but I still don't like it I know I know what I know yeah I took the classes I can't believe you disagree you must be a bad person I'm gonna ride, ride, ride in my Zamboni, Zamboni I'm gonna leave this place and time in my Zamboni, Zamboni I’m gonna drive down Woodward avenue in 1955 give those red neck, white bread, blue collar punks a piece of my mind I am a fountain of truth So educated Those generations before were all just a bunch of Monochrome jerky moron racists and I know that I’m right this thing on YouTube proves it So I'm gonna go back and set ‘em all straight yes I am I'm gonna ride, ride, ride in my Zamboni, Zamboni I'm gonna leave this place and time in my Zamboni, Zamboni Heading up Las Vegas boulevard in 1962 Tell those rat pack, sexist, misogynist creeps a thing or two Down here in New Orleans We're digging' our own scene and we don't need you woke folk all down here We don’t care about your plumbing We don’t care about your race So knock that crap off now or we're gonna shove this clarinet up in your face “my Zamboni is an inter dimensional travel vehicle that takes me back so I can tell folks in the past that they’re wrong” I'm gonna ride, ride, ride in my Zamboni, Zamboni I'm gonna leave this place and time in my Zamboni, Zamboni Goin' west on sunset boulevard in 1941 inform those toxic, patriarchal cretins that they’re done In my Zamboni In my Zamboni In my Zamboni my Zamboni!