Tekster: Audio Adrenaline. Some Kind Of Zombie. Chevette.

Twenty years ago, I watched in awe
As my dad drove up the driveway
More than proud to have a brand
New family car

Thirty miles to the gallon
0 to 60 sometimes
I remember putting down the backseat
And lying in the hatchback

Looking at the sky watching
Trees go by
I was the son of a preacher
And he was a rich poor man

No AC and no FM
And no regrets
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah

The winter cracked the highway
And we tried to dodge the potholes
He never promised us
It would be a gentle ride

He never had a problem though
Keeping it on the narrow road

No AC and no FM
And no regrets
In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah

In my Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette

Both the head's is upon blocks
But that car still runs
Seems like yesterday

My Chevette, yeah
In my Chevette, yeah

I know it's insane
In my Chevette
I will not cross
In my Chevette

I'll drive at six
In my Chevette
In my Chevette
I know this

In my Chevette
In my Chevette
In my Chevette
In my Chevette