Simca
James Brogan / Jason Beebout
Little blue bomb
Is waiting for me
I sit right down and turn the key
She starts to roll
Burning down the west highway
She's goin' to where she belongs
Don't tell me she's just a car
Slip sliding along
My stomach
We make a stop at chez denny
I'm all filled up
Simca
Feeling sick again
Going to someplace where she belongs
Don't tell me she's just a car
Rolling down the road
The red light starts to shine
I slow it down
Can't push too hard
Because she might complain
You know where that will leave me tomorrow
Don't tell me she's just a car
There is where she'll stay