My Old Yellow Car - Dan Seals

She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride 
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 
Thee's a rusty old shell of an 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 in 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 
Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile 
And if engines could run on desire 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