She is an American car,
She isn´t legal so she can´t go far.
She got her mind stuck up in second gear,

Where she going ain´t exactly clear.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.

Low mileage without a pink slip,
Clean upholstery and it ain´t been ripped.
She stripped her gears only late last night,
I don´t think that thing was oiling right.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.

She shakes and shimmies all over the road,
She´s always happy when she carry a load.
Another lonesome automobile,
Something bout the way she makes me feel.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.