My Old Yellow Car Lyrics - Singles - Dan Seals

She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride 

She was missing a window on her passenger side 

The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar 

But I really was something in my old yellow car 

An American boy with his hands on the wheel 

Of a dream that was made of American steel 

Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar 

I really was something in my old yellow car 

Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel 

Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile 

And if engines could run on desire alone 

That old yellow car would be driving me home 

There's the seat where poor Billy threw up in his date 

And where Larry and Sally could no longer wait 

There was no road too winding and nowhere too far 

With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car 

Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel 

Thee's a rusty old shell of an automobile 

And if engines could run on desire alone 

That old yellow car would be driving me home 

Take a look at me now throwing money around 

I'm paying somebody to drive me downtown 

Got a Mercedes Benz with a TV and bar 

And God I wish I was driving my old yellow car 

God I wish I was driving my old yellow car