Mighty Big Car - Fred Eaglesmith

Down on the corner, up on the avenue

People are pointin', calling out after you

Hands on their hips, their eyes geting wider

They can’t believe the thing that yer drivin'

28 feet from bumper to bumper

The last of the sweet old time gas guzzlers

Hard to drive harder to park But

When you do somebody remarks

That’s a mighty big car

That’s a mighty big car

That’s a mighty big car

Elvis had one and so did Hank

It don’t look like money

It looks like the bank

Makes a scene every time you stop it

Rides like a dream

Goes like a rocket

That’s a mighty big car

That’s a mighty big car

That’s a mighty big car

Headlights thick as mason jars

Everybody says that it looks like Mars

Shiner than a country star

And nothing ever looked as good in your front yaaaaaaaard

Brighter than an aluminum trailer

Curvy windshields and tinted mirrors

Grill looks like a cafe sign

And the whitewalls drive ya out of yer mind

That’s a mighty big car

That’s a mighty big car

That’s a mighty big car