Now I love the smell of gasolinenAnd I love an older carnSo I never drove it fastnAnd I never took it farnAnd I just sit here in the front seatnAnd stare at the starsnnI got it from this bikernWho said you're gonna like hernIt'll stop on a dimenIt's got more chrome than a silver minenIt never won't turn overnYou can sleep in it till you're sobernAnd folks are alwaysnGiving you the right of waynnBut the wheels skirts were missingnThe gas gauge wouldn't budgenAnd the wipers just made it worsenAm I cursed from above ?nAnd the radio caught on firenAnd it tried the power seatsnAnd there's this overwhelming smellnOf roses and bleachnnNow there's nothing I love morenThan a slow and peaceful ridenAnd I thought about all the peoplenWho came to lay down here insidenFrom the Mississippi chapelnTo the Meaford tabernaclenI wondered where they livednAnd wondered how they diednnNow the lady said I was crazynThe clerk said I was sicknAnd the cop said it was just creepynThat I had no respectnSo maybe we best retirenLike all your sudden guestsnIt's time I put you out to pasturenAnd lay you to restnnSo I took his fifty dollarsnAnd I handed him the keysnMy stomach tied a knotnAs it squealed up the streetnCause he drove it like a jackassnAnd I shouted him not so fastnCause I respect an older carnAnd I love the smell of gasnCause I respect an older carnAnd I love the smell of gasnCause I respect an older carnAnd I love the smell of gas