She is an American car She ain't been lose so she can't go far She got her mind stuck up in second gear Where's she going I ain't exactly clear Baby please, baby please can I drive you home Low mileage without a pink slip Green upholestry and an 18 inch rims She stripped her gears coming late last night I don't think that they'll open right Baby please, baby please can I drive you home She shakes and shimmies all over the road She's alway happy when she's carrying a load I love my lonesome automobile Something about the way she make me feel Baby please, baby please can I drive you home