[Words & Music: Ted Kirkpatrick]



Car for sale - what a deal - I assure you it's a steal

Come and check it out some night - can't I see it in the light?



Kick the tires if you wish - 32 psi?

That's not bondo - It's all stock - do you think that I would lie?

Has it been in any wrecks - my mechanic wants to check 

Oh no, to the contrary - to check it it's not necessary



I know many verses and have studied many years

Can't you see how holy my exterior appears?



Armor on all 4 tires - you sure are looking good

But you will be bent out of joint if I lift up that hood



I thought I knew you pretty well - but under stress you fell apart

You do just fine if you are driving up and down the block

But find a road with lots of curves - I see a sponge and not a rock

Find a road with lots of curves - I see a sponge and not a rock



For all these years I've known the Lord

And each year means a higher score

If people tell you your a horse you better saddle up



Have you noticed sin I lack? - odometer has been turned back

I exposite under toil - but that engine sure burns oil



I never miss a week of church - the transmission has a lurch

In our friendship you can trust - hey that frame is full of rust



I have some timely news for you

The car you sell is not so new

It isn't meant to run A1

So as a test or just for fun



For once lets see your real side

The humble side that doesn't lie

When pressures come that doesn't fly 

For once let's see your real side