(Thanks to AC/DC, nominee for the Official Band of Carrboro for so many obvious and subtle reasons…give me big beat and park on, Dude)

You’ve got a fast machine
You keep you motor clean
You’ve got the best damn SUV anyone’s ever seen
You’ve got good sight in your eyes
They tell you no lies
Pushin’ the pedal with those American thighs
Taking more than your share
While polluting the air
They told you not to come, but you were already there

Your foot starts a-braking
Turn signals a-quaking
Your mind begins aching
And you’re not making it, cause

You look for parking all night long
Yeah, in Carrboro you look for parking all night long

Boa working double time
On the luo revising line
Givin’ favors one at a time, 300 Main and Alberta’s fine
Without enough parking spaces
They’re all up in your faces
Making fools outa you with your carbon loading sport ute
Can’t you cool it on down
And drive a Prius in town
You’re not welcome here, you gas-guzzlin clown

Your foot starts a-braking
Turn signals a-quaking
Your mind begins aching
And you’re not making it, cause

You look for parking all night long
Yeah, in Carrboro you look for parking all night long

It’s drivin’ you mad, but you’re just glad
To look for parking all night long
It could be worse, you could be in a hearse
Looking for parking under the ground
Oops–they’re gettin’ rid of the graveyards in town
You still look for parking all night long
Even when you get dead
Ohh yeah, keep looking under the ground
New parking garages will abound

Till then, you’ll look for parking all night long
And e-ver-ry day–that’s the Carrboro parking way