little blue bomb

is waiting for me

i sit right down and turn the key

she starts to roll

burning down the west highway

she's goin' to where she belongs

don't tell me she's just a car

slip sliding along

my stomach

we make a stop at chez denny

i'm all filled up

Simca


<r /> feeling sick again

going to someplace where she belongs

don't tell me she's just a car

rolling down the road

the red light starts to shine

i slow it down

can't push too hard

because she might complain

you know where that will leave me tomorrow

don't tell me she's just a car

there is where she'll stay