Let Me Be Your Car - Rod Stewart

I may not seem your ideal when you look into my eyes

I don’t smoke, I don’t tell jokes, I’m not the custom made size

But baby let me take you out on the highway for a while

I’ll show yow where the man in me is when he doesn’t hide

Well he’s cruising in the fast lane, stuck behind the wheel

Jekyll and Hyde going on inside when I’m your automobile

Let me be your car for a while child

Shift me into gear and I’ll be there

Fill me up with five star gasoline girl

I’ll be your car, I’ll take you anywhere

Let me be your car, come on and drive me

I’m a speedy little boy down deep inside

I got bucket seats and two speed window cleaners

Just let me be your car, oh come on and ride

I can’t dance, I don’t dig it, I can’t see it at all

You say I’m just a specimen, and baby I can crawl

Well my physique don’t look the way the physiques really should

But then again I’ve got an engine underneath my hood

When I’m cutting up the road with a sports car on my tail

Frankenstein’s inside my mind, and the wind’s inside my sails