[Chorus]
The Big Three killed my baby
Nobody's coming home again
The Big Three killed my baby
No money in my hand again, yeah
[Verse 1]
Well, thirty thousand wheels are rolling
And my stick-shift hands are swollen
Thirty thousand wheels are spinning
And oil company faces are grinning
Now my hands are turning red
And I found out my baby is dead
[Chorus]
The Big Three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
The Big Three killed my baby
Nobody's coming home again
[Verse 2]
Why don't you take the day off and try to repair?
A billion others don't seem to care
Good ideas stuck in the mud
The motor's running on Tucker's blood
Don't let 'em tell you the future's electric
'Cause gasoline's not measured in metric
Thirty thousand wheels are spinning
And oil company faces are grinning
Now my hands are turning red
And I found out my baby is dead
[Chorus]
The Big Three killed my baby
No money in my hand again
Big Three killed my baby
Nobody's coming home again, yeah
[Verse 3]
Well, I've said it now, nothing's changed
People still burning for pocket change
'Cause creative minds are lazy
And the Big Three killed your baby
[Outro]
And my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
Yeah, my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence, yeah
I'm about to have another blowout
I'm about to have another blowout
[Spoken Word: Jack White]
Thank you very much, that's one of my finger-pointing songs
I want to— the other day, I was walking in a snowstorm, uh
My foot was a couple feet deep as snow, and I fell down
There was a guy walking behind me, and I fell down in the snow
And the guy said, "Oh, let me help you up, I'm sorry"
And, uh, he helped me up, and I said, "Thanks"
(What guy?) It's just a guy, I don't know
And he said, uh, "Yeah, that'll be three dollars"
But he said, uh, I shouldn't take it
Because I'm not allowed to help anybody since I got parole
But that's not for your ears, I guess