Fury 58

Arnie’s new love doesn’t wear high heels
Born in Detroit, she’s no ordinary lady
Destroys anyone who stands in her way
Grinding them to pulp under her wheels
How was he to know
He was soon to be under ground?
Her evil blood-red soul
Would become his doom
Her name’s Christine, a Plymouth Fury 58
Within her chassis lurks the urge to kill
Indestructible vengeance is standard equipment
Watch out! This baby’s fuelled with hate
How was he to know
He was soon to be under ground?
Her evil blood-red soul
Would become his doom
Nothing gets between Arnie and Christine
Red, hot and deadly, she’s a killing machine
Bad to the bone, so full of hate, a supernatural evil
She’s a Fury 58
Arnie’s consumed with desire and passion
For her sleek, rounded, chrome-laden body
Demands his complete, unquestioned devotion
How was he to know
He was soon to be under ground?
Her evil blood-red soul
Would become his doom
Nothing gets between Arnie and Christine
Red, hot and deadly, she’s a killing machine
Bad to the bone, so full of hate, a supernatural evil
She’s a Fury 58