Fred Eaglesmith - Mighty Big Car lyrics

Down on the corner, up on the avenue, People are pointin', calling out after you. Hands on their hips, their eyes geting wider They can't believe the thing that yer drivin' 28 feet from bumper to bumper The last of the sweet old time gas guzzlers Hard to drive harder to park But when you do somebody remarks That's a mighty big car That's a mighty big car That's a mighty big car Elvis had one and so did Hank It don't look like money It looks like the bank Makes a scene every time you stop it Rides like a dream Goes like a rocket That's a mighty big car That's a mighty big car That's a mighty big car Headlights thick as mason jars Everybody says that it looks like Mars Shiner than a country star And nothing ever looked as good in your front yaaaaaaaard Brighter than an aluminum trailer Curvy windshields and tinted mirrors Grill looks like a cafe sign And the whitewalls drive ya out of yer mind That's a mighty big car That's a mighty big car That's a mighty big car