In a summer house out on Cape Cod, a number of years ago
My cousin Charles heard over the radio on WEEI
The story of an automobile that had driven from its garage
And killed a number of couples kissing down by the oceanside
Charles thought about the ocean's waves down the road just a mile
And as he turned off the radio, he saw with his own eyes
The very same door handle they spoke of, hooked to that radio dial
And the summer breeze blew in the window that hadn't been open before
So if you hear a radio, you had best beware
Be sure there's not a car around, 'cause the legend still remains
There's a car without a handle, and that car is still at large
There's a car without a handle, and that car is still at large