Bought from a lot where it said "good as new" On the bumper, she's a clunker in cerulean blue I'd be ridin' in style but most of the time I find myself a-givin' her a push from behind If you've got somewhere you need to be I promise you can't count on me 'cause I can't start my Chevy when I'm ready to go for a drive My ride is dusted, and busted, think the engine is Fried, could be the carburetor Timing belt or alternator Keeping me from drivin' away Now I'm dreamin; of highway, stuck in the driveway Listenin' to the radio and waitin' on triple A Pumping the brakes and turning the key Now it's bending, but the engine won't turn over for me Tryin' in vain to shift into drive But the starter makes it harder when it finally dies If you've gotta go, if you're in a rush You're better off takin' a train or a bus 'cause I can't start my Chevy when I'm ready to go for a drive My ride is dusted, and busted, think the engine is Fried, could be the carburetor Timing belt or alternator Keeping me from drivin' away Now I'm dreamin; of highway, stuck in the driveway Listenin' to the radio and waitin' on triple A My friends keep tellin' me, they all agree that I should sell it for scrap Or make a trade, there's cash to be made That I could put towards the purchase of a compact But I won't give it up, I can't get enough Of goin' nowhere all day My hand on the wheel of my automobile My '82 cerulean blue Chevrolet If you gotta go, if you're in a rush You're better ff takin' a train or a bus 'cause I can't start my Chevy when I'm ready to go for a drive My ride is dusted, and busted, think the engine is Fried, could be the carburetor Timing belt or alternator Keeping me from drivin' away Now I'm dreamin; of highway, stuck in the driveway Listenin' to the radio and waitin' on triple A