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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.
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