Magic runs my carnI talk to her sweet and sing her a song when we go farnI'm rubbing the dash and Wesley don't tell me it doesn't worknDon't tell me it doesn't work 'cause we haven't died yetnnHey, do you know why it makes you move? nCause I don't move, unless you've got, like, Thriller on the stereonAll I wanna do is be with you, which is crazy, cause yesterday I hadn't even heard of younnEverything I own is traveling eighty-three miles an hournPlayed a show it was love at first sight when I saw younDon't tell me it wouldn't worknDon't tell me that it wouldn't work, cause we haven't tried yetnnHey, do you know why it makes you move? nCause I don't move, unless you've got, like, Thriller on the stereonAll I wanna do is be with you, which is crazy, cause yesterday I hadn't even heard of younnRapping and rhyming, singing and drivingnLeaving California, stop in ArizonanCounting my money, it isn't even funnynStaying with my cousin, then I'm gonna be a MormonnnHey, do you know why it makes you move? nCause I don't move, unless you've got, like, Thriller on the stereonAll I wanna do is be with you, which is crazy, cause yesterday I hadn't even heard of youn