Like a fine classic
Your chasse
May be a
Little worn
But there's nothing
Like a vintage
Model
To really
Turn me on
The memories
That you have
Made
I wouldn't trade
For a new
Style
The power
Under your hood
Still makes me
Want to
Smile
They don't make
Them like
They use to
The care
Is not the same
I'd rather
Have an oldie
Who has gone
The miles
In the game
Your finish is
Still shiny
Your lights
Still hit
High beam
There's nothing
Wrong with
Your paint job
You can really
Get out and
Steam
So take me
For a ride
Down a back road
Out of the way
And celebrate
Your seasons
On another
In-your-prime
Birthday!