The Motor City rocks like a head full of granite We were diggin heavy metal before the whole planet Got the Iggy Pop punk rock crash boom rattle Too much grunge, we had to ship it to Seattle Working on cars, sleeping in a van Playing guitar, singing in a band Crushed velvet man Donny went downtown looking for a flea bite Grande Ballroom Halloween night He was kickin out the jams with the MC5 When the sh** hit the fan he threw the Nova into overdrive He only got away with a microphone boom He was running all the lights he was running on fumes But Chilli Mac ran out of Big Bambu Now I think they're goin to Katmandu Working on cars, sleeping in a van Playing guitar, singing in a band Crushed velvet man Sleeping on the floor of the factory Peeping at the girls while theyre taking a pee Smokin Afghani dreaming up band names Driving to Toronto gonna get piece of naked fame Donny knew a guy from the Amboy Dukes He could drink a lot and smoke a lot and really liked to toot Swinging on vines and crashing into amps I heard he shot a guy for stealing his lava-lamp Growing up in Detroit City Where all the boys want to dance real pretty All the girls try to act so gritty Its a tough town baby tough titties Crushed velvet man Working on cars, sleeping in a van Crushed velvet man Playing guitar, singing in a band Crushed velvet man Crushed velvet man