Greg Brown - Brand New '64 Dodge lyrics

Money comes out of Dad's billfold. Hankies come out of Mom's purse. The engine hardly makes a sound Even when you put it in reverse. It's got a push-bu*ton transmission,hardtop convertible, 4-door. It's November of '63 And the brand new Dodge is a '64. And we're rolling slow down Main Street - The asphalt and gravel crunch. Church is finally over And we're going to have our Sunday lunch. And then I will play football With my buddies down in park. Later I'll dream about my girlfriend As I lie alone in the dark. She's got short red hair and blue eyes And her swimsuit's also blue And her little brother is retarded, But Jesus loves him, too. And Jesus loves our president, Even though he is a Catholic. There's a lot for a boy to think about As he walks along the railroad tracks. And my sister won't get carsick 'cause we're going only half a mile And the car still has that new car smell And dad looks like he might smile And the world is big and full of Autumn And I'm hungry as can be And we're in our brand new '64 Dodge November of '63