(Thankyou. Every time I write a song about a car, everyone thinks it's about a girl and they say it's dirty.)

You're like chrome and steel, a lightning wheel,
You're dressed up, stripped down like a banana peel,
You're unreal, babe,
A full meal, babe
You're built straight from scratch,
No seams, no patch,
Lift the lid, lift the latch,
You've battened down every hatch,
You're a catch, babe,
A perfect match, babe.

I'm a semi-sucker stumbling down the road,
A real gone trucker since I dropped my load.

I was wholly jive and only half alive,
I went looking for a ride and you swiped my side,
We collide, babe,
Deep and wide, babe,
I was a hefty hunk of gas-guzzling junk,
A total clunker, I ran,
I sweat and I stunk like a funk, babe,
I was sunk, babe.

You're a sweet hitchhiker with your soul in your shoes,
You can take time out for a permanent cruise,
Won't you choose me'

Come on, baby,
You got me to lose,
Yea, you drive me crazy in your walking shoes.

(It's in F#)
(Why did you request this')
(There you go, I'll let you take it.)

You're a one-way ticket to a two-way street,
Got me coming and going every time we meet,
You're a treat, babe,
So concrete, baby,
I drove you to Moline from Aberdeen,
You got something us local folk ain't never seen,
You got feel, babe,
Unreal, babe.

I'm a flat-tired floozy flopping out on you,
No one can pump me up the way that you do,
Can you move me'

Come on, baby,
Nothing to lose,
Girl, you drive me crazy in those walking shoes,
Come on, baby,
Make it all come true,
Take a trip, don't slip,
Don't drop me out in the morning dew,
Come on, baby,
You can't refuse,
Take me one day,
One step at a time in those walking shoes, yeah, yeah.

(Wrong song, thankyou very much.)