I stopped off at the Quick-sack
For some beer and cigarettes
The old man took my money
As he stared at my corvette
He said I had one just like her son
In 1963
'Til a man down at the bank took her from me
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Oh, she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built, and fun to handle son
I'm glad that you walked in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then
So I handed him my keys and said here take her for a spin
The old man scratched his head, and then he looked at me and grinned
He said son, you just don't understand
It ain't the car I want
It's the brunette in your Vette that turns me on
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