[Spoken:]
I'd like to do a song of great social and political import.
It goes like


this...


[Sung, a capella:]
Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?
Mercedes insurance, I cannot afford.

If I drove a Porsche, I'd still be ignored.
Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?


Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me some silicone implants?
The breasts that you gave me don't shake when I dance.
Them doctors make mountains of hills made for ants.

Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me some silicone implants?

Oh Lord, won't'cha find me a good-lookin' male?

My boyfriend is lazy and big as a whale.
Spends all of my money when he's not in jail.
Oh Lord, won't'cha find me a good-lookin' male?


Everybody!


Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?
Mercedes insurance, I cannot afford.
My car's held together with a big bungie cord.

So Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?

[Spoken:]

That's it.

[Singer laughs.]