Thom Schuyler - My Old Yellow Car lyrics

She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride She was missing a window on her pa**enger side The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar But I really was something in my old yellow car An American boy with his hands on the wheel Of a dream that was made of American steel Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar I really was something in my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel There's a rusty old shell of an automobile And if engines could run on desires alone That old yellow car would be driving me home There's the seat where poor Billy threw up on his date And where Larry and Sandy could no longer wait There was no road too winding and nowhere too far With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile And if engines could run on desires alone That old yellow car would be driving me home Take a look at me now throwing money around I'm paying somebody to drive me downtown Got a Mercedes Benz with a TV and bar And God I wish I was driving my old yellow car God I wish I was driving my old yellow car