The Many Seated Vehicle Song

Can someone help me?      
     
I need a song that starts off slow      
and slowly turns fast      
     
One that grows in tempo      
the longer it lasts,      
and by the end      
has gravitational mass      
when it picks up      
and the singer gets mad      
     
then the song gets calm again      
and it ends      
as it started      
     
Like if it was a song about a car      
it would start with something simple      
like      
     
Someone humming      
and strumming a guitar      
then being like      
     
I love my car      
I love my car      
     
I've had it since I lived near the yard      
when I was working hard for creeps and      
before that, walking to the bus was a hassle,      
my stop was sketchy and far      
and for relieving me of that      
she is my castle      
     
I love my car      
     
I love my car      
     
It's never broke down once      
I cherish every screw      
I love it more than well tied shoes      
and clear bicycle routes      
     
And then the singer would say      
something to convey      
that perhaps this was about      
something else weighing on their heart      
the car merely a vehicle to carry      
some real art      
     
It'd go,      
I love my car,      
it's      
always been reliable, my car loves me too      
after all the terrible times      
me and my car have been through      
my car stays true      
it's me alone, that my car moves      
only me with whom my car shares it's well worn grooves      
     
Then cracks would slowly get seeped through      
as we too start to      
see through to the truth as it goes like      
     
I love my car      
     
I love my car      
     
Seats fit me like a glove, cozy and tight,      
revved up, I take her for a ride      
and there are nights      
every neighbor hears      
me passing gas through her pipes      
     
We move fast      
like lightning      
she is all black      
with a bra that's white      
I like caressing her lights      
letting her know the journey ahead      
will be alright and we just may fly      
     
My car      
gets whipped around  shady corners      
where crooks look like spies      
wishing I'd die      
so they could take my car for a ride      
but please don't apply      
the more they look      
the faster I drive,      
this car and it's parts are mine      
     
And now the listener feels they know      
or suppose      
laying low could be      
double entendres which were perhaps      
always the goal      
more are to soon be implied      
as the speed of the song is      
being multiplied      
     
I want to know of a song that goes like      
     
I love my car      
love her to death      
till I oiled her one day      
and noticed  the smell of smokey breath      
on her chassis and tech      
     
her mechanical, soon to be wreck      
     
Interior wrecked from ceiling to floor      
by the stench of regret      
I quit cancer sticks in '04      
     
Who had she met with      
who would she dare      
     
I called up my brother      
who had her one key,      
spare      
     
He didn't answer, that's rare      
I grabbed my keys and slammed em      
in her, backing her up, peeling rubber      
     
The block got scared      
I was taking her there      
to see if my brother had shared      
this car of mine, without me being aware      
I was driving near blind      
and rather impaired      
     
By the time I arrived I was fuming and balling,      
slammed my car into the wall      
broke her grill, cracked the chrome I'd bought her      
she started smoking but the smell was different      
than the one I'd last spotted      
     
and it was hotter, smoke streaks to the sky      
     
She was leaking, I got out and started kicking her,      
cursing her out,      
violently hitting her      
in a rage fit      
she was spitting up, this car wasn't      
worth driving      
     
I must have been tripping      
to even think of buying this      
but then I saw she was dying      
and I started crying, feeling torn up      
I knocked on my brothers door      
     
no answer of course      
     
I got down on the floor      
and found a piece of her mirror      
that in the past had      
showed dudes to her back leering weird      
men veering with beards      
women with sheers      
old folk with veneers      
     
Worried about sirens appearing      
these      
thoughts, I started hearing      
     
I'll tell the cops, the car did all of the steering      
she was out of control      
she'd been acting up and I was      
in fear and brought her here to my brothers      
because he usually fixed her      
in a flash      
     
I'll say she was outta gas      
that this car was a quitter who      
tried to take me with her      
     
She was a nasty car      
I never liked her, should have left her      
in cockroaches and rust      
shoulda never paid a dime      
to give her muscle and gusto      
     
I shoulda stayed on the musty bus      
     
I was a dummy for trusting      
a death trap now busted      
     
Ya, this was her fault      
I won't go to jail      
     
I'll say I really didn't like this car      
I don't need cash back      
     
Even with my foot to the floor      
she was constantly holding me back      
I am a shooting star wading through space      
she, shade, doomed to fall flat      
     
I am a cowboy of old      
she was a horse on a track      
     
I'm sold on going once more      
into the fold of vehicles with soul      
to keep it a stack      
     
She was a killer car, leaking fumes      
when I did work in the garage      
     
Bad brakes, I replaced her fuselage twice      
     
No radio, nor tunes in sight      
only rattles and fights      
to get her going, winter the worst      
     
This car was a curse      
     
Found her with a trunk filled with dirt,      
she had been curbed,      
had I took any father's advice      
     
Instead I gave her polish and dice      
     
She made tarmac like ice      
despite my directions precise      
she was getting sloppy      
she deserved to die      
she was sagging, wonky      
had a winking eye      
and broken spoke      
this car was a joke      
     
I'm happy she's gone      
Satan's spawn      
driving all wrong      
a drain in a pond      
     
A buckshot aimed at a      
fawn trying to      
eat beyond her crabgrass      
in my lawn      
     
This car was ill,      
weep not      
     
Her metal demanded to rot      
she was sleek, not      
     
No looker at all,      
my friend tried to get her first      
I jumped in and took a fall      
     
Sell her for scraps,      
to some museum that will give      
made up facts      
     
about how she was great,      
write of how she was      
the light of my life      
     
Write how she      
took me place      
to place,      
gave me a cushion to write      
     
in the back of the lot      
watching people pass      
while hearing my shite      
about the masses and crops      
     
Ya, put her      
some place nice,      
     
some place that will      
give her a plaque      
that says she was my kite,      
insight to my ink,      
junk like that      
     
Just to be nice, write      
about some car      
being my morning star,      
some bogus about healing my blights      
let it be etched with some words, bizarre,      
maybe write, I loved this car      
     
And then the song would end      
not long after      
getting back to the love      
which is where we are      
     
Someone humming      
and strumming guitar      
     
then repeating      
     
I loved this car      
I loved this car      
     
I've had it since I lived near the yard      
when I was working hard for creeps and      
before that, walking to the bus was a hassle,      
my stop was sketchy and far,      
for relieving me of that      
she is my castle      
I loved this car      
     
I loved this car      
     
My words and your brains have now
finished their spar, tell me
Do you know of a song
that goes this hard?