Lonely roads Walking home Why'd you leave me all alone? When we first met You were dressed in red But now you're gone and there's so many things I left unsaid I was looking at a photo of us back in '98 It was after that fender-bender But don't worry baby, you still looked great She was my honky trunk of love I picked her up from a heaven above She was my beauty queen A mighty fine well oiled, heavy engine V-8, four wheel, seat warming Cup holding, air bagging, defrosting Child locking, freedom loving, fancy machine. Fancy machine A fancy machine She was my fancy machine A fancy machine She was my fancy machine A fancy machine She was my fancy machine Fancy machine