Cynthia Summers - Sort of old car

This old car, ^Fit isn’t anything to ^Csing about ^FIt's barely something to ^Ctalk about ^GIt’s just a ^Ccar It’s not cool^F enough to be ^Cinteresting ^FIt’ll never make a ^Cmovie ^Gscene ^CIt’s just a ^Gcar

Just a ^Fsort of old car with a ^Gmissing ^Chubcap ^FHundred thousand miles and it ^Gseems ^Clike home ^FRiding down the road and the ^Gradio’s ^Cbusted Gotta ^Csing out loud so you ^Gdon’t ^Cfeel alone Gotta ^Csing out loud so you ^Gdon’t feel a^Clone

It doesn’t have any fins and it’s ^Gnot a pretty ^Ccolour No bright chrome or ^Gfancy ^Cdesigns Door is broken and the ^Groof rack’s ^Crusted It’s a piece of junk, ^Git drives ^Cfine

Just a ^Fsort of old car with a ^Gmissing ^Chubcap ^FHundred thousand miles and it ^Gseems ^Clike home ^FRiding down the road and the ^Gradio’s ^Cbusted Gotta ^Csing out loud so you ^Gdon’t ^Cfeel alone Gotta ^Csing out loud so you ^Gdon’t feel a^Clone

Now here’s the part ^Gworth some ^Ctalking Here’s the thing that ^Gmerits ^Csome news When you drive a car that’s ^Gmerely transpor^Ctation You got something you're ^Gnot scared to ^Close

You don’t ^Fworry about tears or ^Grips in the ^Cfabric You don’t ^Fworry about a dent in the ^Gfender ^Cor two You don’t ^Fworry about the time you ^Gfilled it up with ^Cgroceries And the ice cream melted and the ^Gsyrup ^Cleaked through

You don’t ^Fworry about stuff ^Gsticking to the ^Ccarpet It’ll ^Fnever come out, it’s ^Gdried ^Clike paste You don’t ^Fworry about the papers you ^Gpiled in the ^Cbackseat Yeah, it’s nice to have some ^Gstorage ^Cspace It’s nice to have some ^Gstorage ^Cspace

Just a ^Fsort of old car with a ^Gmissing ^Chubcap ^FHundred thousand miles and it ^Gseems ^Clike home ^FRiding down the road and the ^Gradio’s ^Cbusted Gotta ^Csing out loud so you ^Gdon’t ^Cfeel alone Gotta ^Csing out loud so you ^Gdon’t feel a^Clone