Big Car — текст песни (Heather Myles)

I like big cars,
Like the one that`s sittin` in my Grandpa`s yard.
He`ll say: "they don`t make `em like that no more,
"Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford."
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.

She`s got white wall tyres and suicide doors,
And under the hood, gotta four-fifty-four.
Well, they don`t make `em like that no more,
Not since nineteen seventy four.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.

Well, the paint`s a little faded an` the seats are torn.
She was Detroit made, before I was born.
I remember when I turned sixteen,
Learnin` how to drive up an` down Main Street.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.

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Well, the paint`s a little faded an` the seats are torn.
She was Detroit made, before I was born.
I remember when I turned sixteen,
Learnin` how to drive up an` down Main Street.
Yeah, I like big cars.

Cruisin` with my friends down the Boulevard,
Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin` guitar.
They don`t make `em like that no more,
Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.

Cruisin` with my friends down the Boulevard,
Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin` guitar.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.

They don`t make `em like that no more,
Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.
Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.

Big cars.
Yeah, I like big cars.