From the deepest, darkest depths of...WHITBY! 
Comes this sordid tale of speed... 
Murderous mayhem.. 
Cataclysmic combustion... 
Picturesque powered pistons... 
Accellerating automotive alarms... 
Stunningly stupifying stereo stunts! 
One man... a dream... a car... a 1984... Plymouth... HORIZON... 

I loved the car from tail to grill 
I wouldn't change a thing 
I wouldn't trade the ashtray 
For the Queen's engagement ring 
But things they started going wrong 
And went from bad to worse 
The clutch went kinda funny 
Then I couldn't use reverse 
Still I loved my baby 
And would not admit defeat 
Just because it left a trail 
Of rust along the street 
It kept on running bravely 
On duct tape and a prayer 
Plus a monthly tribute to 
The guy who did repairs 
It all seems so unfair (The man was glad the day he bought) 

Horizon! 
Horizon! 

Till one day on the parking lot 
They called 401 
My car became the meat between 
A Buick-Honda bun 
I saw some parts go flying 
That you really need to drive 
My car had become roadkill 
Though it never was alive 
Left a muffler in the passing lane 
A hubcap in the slow 
The windshield on the median 
A headlight in the snow 
And as I skidded off the road 
The other drivers laughed 
My middle-finger greeting 
Would be my epitaph 
Death would come at last (Here lies the man who dared to buy) 

Horizon! 

Now I look at my bent fender 
The twisted wheel rim 
I wonder if Horizon 
Will ever drive again 
But I know that this was not the end 
Road warriors die hard 
And I signed this Mr. Iacoca's 
Organ donor card 
The steel will get recycled 
And they'll build another car 
Bigger, faster, stronger 
An automotive star 
My quest will then begin 
And revenge will soon be mine 
As I drive my gleaming three-door 
Orange Chrysler Frankenstein 
Searching for that Buick 
To try to end it's days 
We'll settle off the score 
And then we'll drive away (The sun will rise again on the) 

Horizon! 
My Horizon! 
My Horizon!