My Old Yellow Car lyrics She was missing a window on her passenger 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 automobile And if engines could run on desire 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 Sally 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 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
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