I like big cars,

Like the one that's sittin' in my Grandpa's yard.

He'll say: "they don't make 'em like that no more,

"Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford."

Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars.



She's got white wall tyres and suicide doors,

And under the hood, gotta four-fifty-four.

Well, they don't make 'em like that no more,

Not since nineteen seventy four.

Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars.



Well, the paint's a little faded an' the seats are torn.

She was Detroit made, before I was born.

I remember when I turned sixteen,

Learnin' how to drive up an' down Main Street.

Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars.



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Well, the paint's a little faded an' the seats are torn.

She was Detroit made, before I was born.

I remember when I turned sixteen,

Learnin' how to drive up an' down Main Street.

Yeah, I like big cars.



Cruisin' with my friends down the Boulevard,

Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin' guitar.

They don't make 'em like that no more,

Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.

Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars. 



Cruisin' with my friends down the Boulevard,

Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin' guitar.

Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars.



They don't make 'em like that no more,

Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.

Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars.



Big cars.

Yeah, I like big cars.