Case-Etzioni-Williams
It's heavenly blue, must be centuries old
The steering wheel's made of solid gold
You don't even want to know how much it cost
No matter where you drive it, you can't get lost
Old blue, old blue car
Old blue, old blue car
Life is long and the road gets mean
But the old blue car is more than a machine
Keep your hands on the wheel, you'll be doing all right
The headlamps cut right through the darkest night
Old blue, old blue car
Old blue, old blue car
I don't need no luxury ride
I just need you by my side
Old blue, old blue car
Old blue, old blue car