Текст песни Heather Myles - Big Car
Heather Myles - Big Car слова песни
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 suicide doors,And under the hood, gotta 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, 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 breakWell, 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.