|
 |
|
|
I like big cars,
Like the one that's sittin' in my Grandpa's yard.
He'll say: "they don't make 'em like that no more,
"Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford."
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
She's got whitewall tires and suicide doors
Under the hood I've got a 454
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more,
Not since nineteen seventy-four.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
Well, now the paint's a little faded an' the seats are torn.
She was Detroit made, before I was born.
I remember when I turned sixteen,
Learnin' how to drive up an' down Main Street.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
Instrumental break
Well, now the paint's a little faded an' the seats are torn.
She was Detroit made, before I was born.
I remember when I turned sixteen,
Learnin' how to drive up an' down Main Street.
Yeah, I like big cars.
Cruisin' with my friends down the Boulevard,
Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin' guitar.
They don't make 'em like that no more,
Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
Cruisin' with my friends down the Boulevard,
Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin' guitar.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
They don't make 'em like that no more,
Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.
[Thanks to Tracy for corrections]
[ More Myles Heather Lyrics ]
|
|
