She weren't much to look at She weren't much to ride She was missing a window on the passenger side The floor boards patched up with paper and tar But I really want something for my old yellow car An american girl with her hands on the wheel of a dream That is made of a american steel Oh the seats have the smell of a nickle Cigar I really want something for my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel There'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 I remembered the song's that the radio played Loved for the first time your man not afraid To somebody somewhere you know who you are I cherish that night in my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel There's rusty old shell of an automobile And if engine could run on desire alone That old yellow car would be driving me home Take a look at me now for when running around I am paying somebody to drive me downtown Got a Mercedes Benz with a tv and bar God I wished I was driving my old yellow car God I wished I was driving my old yellow car