My heart beats strong, when comes along, a vintage car.
My mind, my eyes, are mesmerized by its sleek style.
Most certainly, I long to be behind its wheel,
But tends to be beyond reality, by far,
Since cost exceeds my meager budget by a mile.
So, I'll suppress this big excitement that I feel.

But oh how I'd, just once, love to be blessed to feel
The treat of driver's seat within a classic car,
As it moves down the open highway mile by mile,
Expressing bygone days in its own vintage style,
While its fine V8 engine travels near and far,
And calf-skin leather gloves might grip the steering wheel.

With brightest shine of polished chrome on each car wheel
The white-wall strips on them give real dynamic feel.
Its two-tone paint and characteristic looks go far
To lend a sleek and chic uniqueness to the car.
Detroit's modern sculpture of solid iron style
Makes a moving statement on each and every mile.

Its tooled white leather seats give looks that go a mile
To lend an air that's debonair behind the wheel,
A most essential option, made to ride in style.
When top is down, it's meant to give an open feel
Of a magnificent, romantic motor car --
A rich, substantial vehicle that takes you far.

It's just the most exciting thing I've seen so far.
Although it burns up gas in tank loads by the mile,
I wish that I could still afford to own that car.
I'd gladly jump inside, and love to grab the wheel.
It's very fun to just imagine how I'd feel
To cruise about while traveling in classic style.

Of course, my friends would laugh and say it's not my style.
I need not to pretend to wealth, or go this far,
To be accepted by my friends, or just to feel
Worthwhile, because they know I'd go an extra mile
To help a friend. It doesn't take a fancy wheel
or buy some happiness, because I have a car.

It's still a thrill, by far, to see a vintage car
And to imagine every mile in classic style,
Or dream about how it might feel behind the wheel.