Rust and Bondo were the only things holding it together Seats made of vinyl, what the hell was leather One hubcap was missing and a door didn't match We did stupid shit didn't care bout a scratch

Sometimes it smelled like Swishers and brew But you weren't worried cause the car wasn't new I spent eighty bucks at Fretters for a bitchin' tape deck Had wires hanging out, but it was loud as heck

Monte Carlos, Cutlass Supremes and station wagons Pontiac Phoenix and crappy Chevettes for braggin' A suburban still running after twenty five years Or a big ol' Buick perfect for drinking beers

A Delta 88 was a city block long We'd all get in and crank up a song High fives around when that beater would start A bumpy road would make it fall apart

They didn't run great, and they looked pretty rough Every drive across town we thought we were tough We washed 'em and waxed 'em, made that old paint shine It was a piece of shit, but that beater was mine

We backed into poles and crashed on the ice But you bet on date night, it cleaned up nice A pine-tree air freshener and an Armor All shine What better place to drink Boones Farm wine

As we drove by, the rich kids were laughing and gawking We flipped em the bird, it's better than walking They made fun of the rust and the loud exhaust sound But I loved my beater as we drove around town