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 sun side doors,
Conned her to hook outta 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, now 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.
Instrumental break
Well, now 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.