Big Cars Songtext
von 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.