Now I love the smell of gasoline
And I love an older car
So I never drove it fast
And I never took it far
And I just sit here in the front seat
And stare at the stars
I got it from this biker
Who said you're gonna like her
It'll stop on a dime
It's got more chrome than a silver mine
It never won't turn over
You can sleep in it till you're sober
And folks are always
Giving you the right of way
But the wheels skirts were missing
The gas gauge wouldn't budge
And the wipers just made it worse
Am I cursed from above ?
And the radio caught on fire
And it tried the power seats
And there's this overwhelming smell
Of roses and bleach
Now there's nothing I love more
Than a slow and peaceful ride
And I thought about all the people
Who came to lay down here inside
From the Mississippi chapel
To the Meaford tabernacle
I wondered where they lived
And wondered how they died
Now the lady said I was crazy
The clerk said I was sick
And the cop said it was just creepy
That I had no respect
So maybe we best retire
Like all your sudden guests
It's time I put you out to pasture
And lay you to rest
So I took his fifty dollars
And I handed him the keys
My stomach tied a knot
As it squealed up the street
Cause he drove it like a jackass
And I shouted him not so fast
Cause I respect an older car
And I love the smell of gas
Cause I respect an older car
And I love the smell of gas
Cause I respect an older car
And I love the smell of gas