I need a ride, need a ride
  Need a ride from you
  I need a ride, I need a ride
  Need a ride from you
  
  Well, I don't know but I've been told
  The road to Heaven is paved with gold
  And if I die before I wake
  
  I need a ride, need a ride
  Need a ride from you
  
  Sticks and stones can break my bones
  And boys can make me kick and moan
  But when I want it auto-drive
  
  I get a ride, get a ride
  Get a ride from you
  I get a ride, I get a ride
  I get a ride from you
  
  Now I lay me down to sleep
  I pray the Lord my soul to keep
  And if I die before I awake
  I hope the Lord won't hesitate
  To pluck my coffin from the ground
  He need not heed the neighbors now
  And throw me up for all to see
  The flies of August swarming me
  
  I get a ride
  Ninety-eight-point-five
  Positive t-cell regeneration