I don't know if this is single-handedly the greatest song devoted to service center employees ever, or the worst (hint: it's the worst). The five-minute-long epic is laced with gross and heavy-handed innuendo, and at the end you're just sort of left with gnawing questions that you don't want answered.
The lyrics in this thing are just unsettling. Here's a delightful/horrifying little sampling (remember, this is about service centers):
I like them to be strong,
that they catch me when I skid.
Like them to turn me on.
I thought that some of them did.
But just as I needed a helping hand
So many men were "out of service," not like you...
It goes on in that fashion for five minutes. Five minutes. About service centers. For a little perspective, "Life In The Fast Lane" by the Eagles, a song also ostensibly about cars, only runs for 4:46. It also doesn't help that the lady singing it, while she has a fine singing voice I suppose, seems to be channeling the vocal style of whatever your mom was listening to in the mid-1990s.
Oh, and then there's this monstrosity:
KILL IT WITH FIRE.
And finally – I'm not insinuating anything here – the entire thing is racially segregated.
H/t to Carscoops!