I like big cars,   Like the one that's sittin' in my Grandpa's yard.   He'll say: "they don't make 'em like that no more,   "Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford."   Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.      She's got white wall tyres and suicide doors,   And under the hood, gotta four-fifty-four.   Well, they don't make 'em like that no more,   Not since nineteen seventy four.   Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.      Well, the paint's a little faded an' the seats are torn.   She was Detroit made, before I was born.   I remember when I turned sixteen,   Learnin' how to drive up an' down Main Street.   Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.      Instrumental break      Well, the paint's a little faded an' the seats are torn.   She was Detroit made, before I was born.   I remember when I turned sixteen,   Learnin' how to drive up an' down Main Street.   Yeah, I like big cars.      Cruisin' with my friends down the Boulevard,   Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin' guitar.   They don't make 'em like that no more,   Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.   Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.       Cruisin' with my friends down the Boulevard,   Drive-in movies, Jimmy playin' guitar.   Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.      They don't make 'em like that no more,   Not Pontiac, Cadillac, Chevy or Ford.   Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.      Big cars.   Yeah, I like big cars.