This old car is like a song She makes music as she rolls along But it don't matter if the radio's on This old car is like a song Well I got a Ford and a Chevy and a Cadillac But I'd trade them all for that Pontiac xxx xxx because the seats feel soft xxxxx xx xxx when that top comes off This old car is like a song She makes music as she rolls along But it don't matter if the radio's on This old car is like a song Well I tell you boys I made my choice Because I already had a Rolls-Royce A dollar down and a back for gas You catch me and I put it to the floor You won't see me no more I'll be gone like I was chasing birds I'm going to lift my leg and double clutch I tell you that it won't take much I will see you later birds, bye bye I'll tell you boys I'll trade my shirt For a brand new pair of xxx xxx She ain't black, she's got soul It's a Pontiac make me roll Mama make me roll This old car is like a song She makes music as she rolls along But it don't matter if the radio's on This old car is like a song This old car is like a song She makes music as she rolls along But it don't matter if the radio's on This old car is like a song This old car is like a song This old car is like a song