Grand Park Auto - car parking

What do I know about car parking? Doesnt it come from Antwerp? Smell that? You smell that?... Burnt rubber, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of burnt rubber in the morning. You know, once I parked my car, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I got out of it. And I didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ burger lover. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole parking place. Smelled like victory. Someday this is gonna end... and when this day comes what would you say? You cant say a thing, because youve never parked a car. So hurry up, time is running out! In heaven, all they talk about is car parking...