With apologies to The Rolling Stones:

There’s a red Hyundai, it’s interior is black

Darker than Monday, the interior that’s black

I see how silver trim can dress up a darkened whole

But you’d need more of it to not feel like a mole

I see the dashboard trim is painted soft-touch black

The door handles and cup holder rim are dark from front to back

I see leather on the seats that mold around the back

I just don’t understand why they’re done all in black

Open the driver’s door, the chime sounds like a Ford

Even that nice V6 strikes a Duratech-like chord

Heated rear mirrors are things you don’t see everyday

But I’d prefer to have ABS even if I had to pay

This car’s a shark in name and the look of the side vents, too

Four headlights sit up front, and work better than they view

If I drive hard enough, out toward the setting sun

I might convince myself this driving stuff was fun

I see a red car, it’s interior is black

No colors on the doors, just unrelenting black

I see how silver trim can dress up a darkened whole

But you’d need more of it to not feel like a mole

Hmm, hmm, hmm, ….

I don’t wanna see you make it, make it black

Black as night, black as coal

I don’t wanna see the fun blotted out by the dye

I don’t wanna see you make it, make it, make it, make it black.