my body is a car
I crank it up then I drive all over town
the chrome a-gleaming in the sun
my engine grinning when I gun
until the first sad time
my car starts breaking down
my body is a car
yeah sometimes it acts up and starts breaking down
I get it fixed by some mechanic
I don’t think too much about it
until the paint chips off
and the weather rusts me through
(chorus)
but right now I’m racing around
with my windows down
I’m racing around
with my windows down
I’m racing around
with my windows down
I’m racing around
with my windows down
my body is a car
yes and when it’s really rusting through
I treat it to a shiny paint job
and I feel that same old heart throb
like I’m riding around again
in something new
my body is a car
and when it finally gets too old for fixing
I guess I’ll haul it to the scrapyard
and I’ll step out of my old car
that took me so many places
put so many smiles on my friends’ faces
and I’ll wander on down the street
on my brand new untested feet
and I’ll start shopping around
all over that ghost town
for next year’s model
next year’s model
next year’s model
next year’s model...
October 1, 2002
East Atlanta